Mario is my best friend. I cannot imagine life without him. He goes wherever I go, and he loves wherever he is -- be it a horseshow, a trip to the grocer, a picnic, my office at school or his favorite haunt, the barn. He can make me feel so loved and special at the most insignificant times. I swear he can smile. His greetings make me feel like royalty, and he can humble me in a second by totally ignoring me. We walk a fine line in our relationship. We both need each other desperately, but we both like to think we also need our independence. Where did these dogs come from?
