As I walked my best friend this morning through some blistery snow and wind, I thought about how fortunate we were to have her as part of her family. I wrote a bit about Mabel a bit ago, so I won't retread on the past. Yet I thought about how loving of a dog she was as we braved the elements this morning to get her two poops out. Poor Ms. Mabes...not a winter dog whatsoever.
