Many thanks to Heather Huffman for including my guest post in her
"Writer Wednesday" blog series.
My husband and I operated a very exclusive doggie day
care for the past year. We had only one client: our daughter and her
boyfriend's exuberant German Shepherd mix named Toby. Either Erin or
Elliot dropped him off at six each
work day and picked him up about twelve hours later. They lived in an
apartment. We have a yard and a doggie door, a doggie door my husband
had permanently sealed (or so he thought) after the death of our last dog. We had no intention of getting another.Don't
get me wrong. I don't dislike dogs. I grew up on a farm. I rode horses,
milked cows, fed chickens and pigs. We also had several dogs through
the years, but they were "outside" animals. My mother would never
consider allowing them indoors anymore than she'd invite the pigs or
chickens into the family room. Read more . . .
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| Tom, Erin and Mozart in 2000 |
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