A pet becomes a part of person as if it was part of the family. I, myself, have two fun-loving dogs. Yellow Labradors. With a coat made of a glossy whitish yellow, and eyes full of love, my two dogs are nothing short of family. With a yearning for the warm hands of a human to pet them, my dogs express their love and likes in different ways. Skibo, the elder of the two, and my personal favorite, will just look at you with his moony black eyes, of which radiate his love.

Jeroboam, the more loving and the younger of the two, will simply flop over on his belly and curl up his paws at first sight if he knows the person. My dogs make me feel full of love, whether Skibo or Jeroboam. They got their names from a Swiss castle, and a bottle of wine, and they have responded well. With coats of a rich snowy white, and the playful personality of a child, my dogs are a part of me.