I haven’t written anything in two months. I have wanted to. . . but nothing comes to mind. This morning when I first woke, before I got up, I decided I would write about my day. It was still dark. I felt my way out of the bedroom to the guest bathroom where the puppies sleep, to let them out. I sensed something was amiss. I flicked on the hall light. . .
Dating Outside Your Species
by Diane Johnson
10/22/2017
I was looking through pictures, trying to find something for a card I wanted to make for a sick friend. I stumbled on the ones of Chester and his kitty. Now, Chester was a dog my friend K. C. and I found at the top of Duck Creek Pass one August day. He had been abandoned and was thin and weak, but he gained weight fast. He was a good and well-behaved dog, and Kitty loved him.
