It sucks. Bad.
The end of another hard day of sixth grade, I walked toward the back parking lot with my little sister at my side. Either Mom or Dad picked us up there everyday. And that day, it was Dad - who was not waiting in line inside his car, but was on the sidewalk with a crowd of curious souls around him. I finally got close enough and saw what the interest was; a sand-colored ball of fur that would be part of family for the next 16 years to come.
Dogs are not our whole lives, but they make our lives whole. - Unknown -
I was working on putting together a post for today when my mom called to let me know about Sandy. Look for it later today - I promise it’s a much happier one.
