I think things are falling into place a little more each day. The first day, Chester wouldn’t eat. The second day, he started eating. Though I’d been offering him his bone, he didn’t want it. But a few minutes ago, he was chewing on the edge of the coffee table. So, I got his bone for him and he went to work on it right away.
I have a dog again. This is Chester. He’s a Chatahoula Louisiana Leopard Dog from Alabama. I’m going to teach Chester the game of football.
Thanks to Mark and Bonnie for bringing him to me.
Is it okay to work hard to get to where you want to be in life, even if you never make it there?
Just woke from a dream that had me going out to my shed to find that someone had cut the lock and stolen everything inside.
Maybe it’s time to get another dog. I’ll need one that barks as much as Luci did.
