Willie is terrible on his leash. He is recklessly stupid. He whines. He eats trash. He has no attention span. He embarrasses me all the time.
But yesterday, we took Willie out to Earth Day Birthday at a local park, where we encountered a boy with Down Syndrome.
Willie let the boy awkwardly pet his fur and talk in his face with no sign of annoyance whatsoever.
He was patient, happy to be the boy’s friend.
Willie is a good dog.
I talk shit about him all the time; but deep down, I appreciate him — exactly as he is.