A Hound Named Hope
Every once in awhile Ellen makes blatant hints for a kitten or a puppy; much like I did when I was her age. Following my mother's example I had, up to now, vehemently denied our need for another pet. The idea of something else to care for, the headache of worrying about its health and well-being...all too much for me. Not to mention the fact that at some point on down the road you've got to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. But then one morning last week Gary mentioned that there was a strange dog down the road at his sister's. A friendly thing, followed him around to feed chickens. I thought nothing of it until I was walking back home from visiting a neighbor later that same morning and as I went past her house here came a dog. I couldn't get it to go away; it...she, that is, followed me home. A friendly dog: This above picture was on the first day she visited. I sat down outside to see what she was up to. She came straight over to make friends. Af...