After our seventeen-year-old dog, Willow, passed on to doggy heaven this past spring, I thought I'd wait and see how things went. We've had a dog in the family since my son was five and he's now forty. So, a long time. I knew I'd probably be lonely without my shadow following me all around the house, but I thought I could handle it since I also have my granddaughters over quite a bit and they tend to make me plenty busy.
After just a few weeks I was already scrolling the internet for puppy...