Today I am taking Caroline to the Baypath Humane Society to get a dog. Our
best pal Risty died of bone cancer almost a year ago. I'm feeling that I
want to help a dog because of what Risty gave us. I'm sure the dog we find
will help us. That's just what dogs do -- help you more than you help them.
We are afraid. Imagine that. Afraid of another dog that will no dought
bring fun and adventure into our lives. What memories will it bring back?
What new memories will it leave?
I'm determined to go, even though it is a "bad face day". Who knows? My
face may be licked by a new friend and feel better.
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