A dear friend said to me once: “You know, they DO come in other colors. I can take you to the library and show you a book with all the pretty colors!” And she was serious. Well, mostly.
No, we aren’t talking about clothes, or furniture, or sofa pillows. We’re talking about dogs. The big, slobbery, hairy kind, where in the course of a year, you ingest enough hair to have knitted a sweater.
The Concrete Man (that’s my husband, Jim) and I have a soft spot for BBD’s: Big Black Dogs. Therefore, we have three.
In rescues and shelters, black dogs are always the slowest to be adopted. I don’t know if it’s because they don’t photograph well, or people think they are intimidating, or black just simply isn’t as interesting as one with a lot of colors.
Yes, we are the proud owners of dogs that literally no one else wanted. And, we love it. So much so that when we finished our basement and put a family room and a bar in there, we called it The Black Dog Saloon.
But that’s another story for another time. 🙂
