A Girl’s Best Friends, Part II

As I write this, my sweet “firstborn” is curled up at my feet.  The dog.  Not the daughter! My old Dalmatian is getting older every day, it seems.  His best love, other than food, of course, has been chasing balls.  Especially tennis balls.  Even today he gets so excited his wobbly body wiggles all over when we bring home a sleeve of new tennis balls.  His ears and eyes might not work so great anymore, but there’s nothing wrong with his smeller!  A police officer friend who trained canines told us once that our dog would be a natural police … Continue reading A Girl’s Best Friends, Part II