Our Mustang, Jet, came to live with us because our neighbors had one too many horses. We were clueless new horse owners, but our friends are very experienced and have followed through on their promise to guide us in the right direction. “The right direction” included buying a horse friend for Jet.
The country life is so different from the life I lived in the city. The one thing both places have in common is they both have their own kind of trouble. Some of it just shows up and is hard to avoid, yet there is that certain kind of trouble that we bring on ourselves. …
Our second dog was adopted a few months after Futzie died. I named him Bojangles because that week I happened to be in a Nitty Gritty Dirt Band mood.
But what if it really isn’t that way? What if the puppy owner is deliberately placing a dog on the porch of a stranger to Pay It Forward?