Dogs Poop

Before I met my husband I lived on the ground floor of and old house. The landlord lived on the second floor and his sister lived in the basement. One of the first things I was told about the neighborhood was to watch out for the lady across the street. She was reportedly a mean . . . → Read More: Dogs Poop

Sandy–How We Got A Puppy

My daughter Faith, age nine, wrote a story for my blog today.  I am so proud of her.  She has not shown much interest in writing up to now.  I’m hoping this is the beginning of many more stories to come.

One day we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.  We had Grace’s birthday . . . → Read More: Sandy–How We Got A Puppy

A Dog and Her Toys

I looked out the window in the back door.  Our Golden Retriever had compiled all of her backyard toys and her food dish in a pile in direct line with the door.  There she sat staring at me with her big eyes.  With heart melting I left the kids’ school work momentarily to get the . . . → Read More: A Dog and Her Toys

My Swinging Golden Retriever

My retriever thinks she’s one of the girls.  She makes us all laugh as she tries to swing back and forth; then she will stand there looking pitiful, hoping the girls will come out and play.  Don’t be fooled!  She can free herself in a moment!

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