On Christmas Eve we drove north to see Jon’s family, and while this may seem like the beginning of a happy holiday tale it is in fact not. This is the beginning of a story about how my husband almost lost my dog FOREVER. Chuck loves to go see Grandma because she feeds him potato [...]
Tell me that every time I call you or you call me that you have a Pavlovian response to head to the bathroom. That’s was friends are for.