Shakespeare would have adored Dexter, our golden retriever, for his inspirational existence.
To be in or not to be in…that is the question. Hark…is that doth Dexter at the door who beckons to come in? Come hither young golden for it is your passion to know not whether you need to be out or in. What are these goals that you chase after? Alas, we have no means other than to be present to bring you hence forth into the home. Walk through thy glistening white tiled kitchen floor. See what prints thou bear into my very soul. And I shall see such black and grained marks … they have their tracks. Nay but to live and glow in your precious being. Good night sweet Prince…I shall wash you tomorrow.
Dexter brings the Shakespeare out in all of us who know him.