Rocket, Year 1
I'm reclining on my couch, my laptop computer leaning against my bended knees. The dog, enjoying a rare moment of calm, is resting on my feet watching me type this.

It was a year ago yesterday that I picked up Rocket from the pound. The other day I wrote about how I arrived at my mom's house last Mother's Day with a brand new dog, much to her horror and disgust.
In that year, he's eaten half my furniture

harassed my cat nonstop, stained my carpet, slobbered all over my car windows, annoyed my neighbors with his howling, pissed off half the people at the dog park with his jumping and toy stealing. He's stubborn, obnoxious and never listens to a word I say.
He's cost me a fortune and he's driven my crazy. There were many times in the past year when I regretted getting a dog. There were many nights I wanted to strangle him, drop him off at the pound or drive him to Wilmington and leave him there.
As we start our second year, I look back on the frustration of having a puppy and I wonder why people even bother getting dogs.
I look down at him laying on my feet watching me and I know.
Next year will be better.



Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.
Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(
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