When Zoe first arrived at our house, I was convinced that she would be moving on soon. After all, she wasn’t our dog and surely an awesome home would surface. I don’t know what Foster Dog’s thoughts were, but I was thinking there was probably a farm somewhere in her [read more]
When I returned from my morning workout at 6 a.m. this morning, I could see Zoe’s piercing blue eyes through the slats of the gate. In recent days, Foster Dog’s presence at that location meant only one thing — time for another walk. This would be the second morning in [read more]
I was four hours early for my flight out of Denver. I was hoping that there would be an extra seat on the three flights that would leave prior to my 11:20 a.m. boarding time. The ticket agent laughed when I floated the idea to him. The first of those [read more]
As I write, I’m thinking about a wonderful, four-legged friend who has become a rich part of our lives over the past couple of years. Zoe, aka Foster Dog, was a temporary placement at our house. She was much too big for our small yard and we had another dog [read more]
Foster Dog & I are grilling burgers out back. Foster Dog insists that grill is unnecessary. Rationale: red meat should be eaten red. Saw lady pushing small dog in stroller. Made mistake of telling Foster Dog. Size being a problem, she’s checking eBay for a cotton trailer. Having quiet Cajun [read more]
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