My New Dog
Meet Bob. My new dog.
He’s a pound puppy. Well, actually a pound old man; he’s around 8 years old. And he’s sweet as can be.
I know I said I was going to wait at least a year but…
Well…
I sort of am still waiting.
Bob is a dear friend’s dog that we’re dog-sitting for. Her usual standby wasn’t available and she had a terrible experience trying someone on Rover.com. (Not all Rover experiences turn out poorly. You … Read More


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I cannot tell a lie. I’m wavering. I’d initially wanted to wait at least a year before bringing another dog into my life. I’m blaming it all on my daughter, Cait.
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