“Here’s to a sweetheart, a bottle and a friend. The first beautiful, the second full, the last ever faithful.” — Irish proverb
Last year while strolling around Forsyth Park the day after the St. Patrick’s Day festivities, my “ever-faithful” four-legged friend led me in the direction of some “choice” spots in the grass.
I’d be distracted and seconds later notice she was chewing. I’d deliver a firm, “Leave it!,” but my “ever faithful” looked at me as if that really wasn’t an option. All day long, I heard the exasperation in her whine as I pulled her away from some odorous lure.