It is 10:58 pm and I am sitting in the staircase room of our Victorian in Sherman. Sammie, the Scotty, just ambled by, looking for a spot to settle until we head to bed, and Cordelia, the Corgie, is stretched out on the tile in the kitchen, already sound asleep. Sammie is back, not quite…
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Flash Essay: Us and the Dogs, Who Owns Who?
The dogs are barking. Why? Probably someone is walking down the street, or else William has meowed, sending two sets of canine ears on high alert. Sammie, our little foster dog, has shifted from half-dead to full of life. She is leading the charge this evening, protecting us from the dangers of the neighborhood. Tail…
Flash Essay: Sammie, Our New Foster Dog
Our daughter Sarah called us a few days ago and told us that her landlord had informed her in no uncertain terms that no dogs were allowed in her new apartment. This was right after she rescued a little Scottie, who had clearly been severely neglected. Ray got off the phone that night and said,…
20 Minutes a Day 