What goes on in the mind of a dog….
I used to wake up, go into the kitchen, and hear all six puppies. And they made a ruckus, playing with each other, growling, hopping over the yellow peanut or the 2×4, chasing each other, shaking toys or squeaking balls, running up to the door, six little heads peering out, banging repeatedly, hopefully, against the…
Lynn Flicks 