Lucia writes about her cute little corgi, who waits for her to return from traveling the world. That got me thinking. Until May we had 3 dogs, Petey on the left was oldest. We found him living on the streets of Chicago in 93, and the vet guessed he was 6. He was tiny, probably a corgi -dachschund mix, with bloody marks on his face from fighting, and he ducked fearfully,at first, when you reached to pet him. He was no scaredey cat though, but a fierce dog when he had to be, and in our walks over the years, saw him defend himself from an Akita attack, also a pit bull and 2 different German shepherds. Anyway, he lived to be nearly 19 and he was a heck of a dog and I miss him terribly. He also spent his every waking moments at my side, sleeping too, and when he died, Jack, our 11 year old lab on the right, started following me around in his place. For a work at home guy, these are my loyal co-workers, but oh, so much more. I model every dog on every cup or bowl on the dog lying at my feet. I don't own a pig or frog or bunny either, and certainly not an elephant, but the dog sits in for them.