So Long Duke!

I have a confession to make. I have been cheating on my girl. Ever since I lost my job, I would wait until she fell asleep and then quietly sneak out of the house to love up the neighbor. Here is the object of my affair:



It's DUKE, the next door neighbor's boxer puppy dog! Duke lives at #3 Marc Plaza in Belmont. I think Karma knows of my infidelity. She smells the scent of another dog on me when I slink back into the house. Guilty, I give her an extra treat or love her up a bit more.



Although I love my dog, Duke is everything Karma isn't. While Karma most resembles a living anorexic teddy bear -- all furry and jumpy and soft, Duke is 6o pounds of raw strength and studliness. Duke has more muscles in his neck than Karma has in her whole body. Duke also has an expressive almost human face.

The differences between Man's Best Friend runs deeper than appearances. Karma is a trickster and a bit of a spoiled brat. She demands attention and knows no shame. Duke is a loyal and loving dog. Duke is visibly sad when you scold him and snorts appreciatively when you lavish him with praise.



So perhaps it is fortunate that I am relocating. Two timing Karma will come to no good. However as I am moving the very last of my stuff out of the Belmont house, I have been re-visting the neighbor's side yard to say goodbye to old Duke-y. He's a great dog and a good friend.