Published by: reading, writing and elizabeth…May 26, 2010
As I wrote on the computer in my office, a squirrel on the deck rail outside my window chattered, squealed, hopped up and down, and made a scooping motion with his paw underneath the railing. What was going on below? I stood up for a better view. Beneath the squirrel on the deck floor lay Zoie, my thirteen-year-old Yorkshire Terrier. Sunning herself, apparently unaware of the squirrel and his antics above, Zoie’s eyelids were halfway closed, … Read More
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