I appear to have acquired a new dog and I’m not even sure I like her
Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you, sometimes in front of the car you’re driving
Jen’s children with the new dog.
The pleading from the kids continued all summer, but the terms and conditions of acceptance weren’t met. They wanted a new dog. I wanted them to put their dirty socks and underwear in the laundry basket, and keep their rooms generally tidy.
The continuing treasure trail of children’s smalls illustrated that the demands were too high. I was a hard taskmaster setting obviously unattainable targets.