Dog love

HOPE

Anyone who knows me for even just over an hour will learn that I am completely and truly a full-blooded optimist. The glass is not only half-full, but it is overflowing and splashing delightfully onto the countertop, and running onto the floor. And oh, what a lovely puddle it makes. I used to think while conversing with people who spoke of the downward spiral of the economy, the loss of virtue in America, the destruction of our environment, the constant…

Ruined

My daughter, Ella, when she was little, asked me one morning on the way home from school, “Why do stuffed animals get ruined the more you love them?” And when she asked me this I couldn’t help but think of the stuffed animal in question. She was holding up Gracie’s favorite stuffed animal—her  sock monkey named Jer-Jer. When Gracie was little, this monkey accompanied her everywhere and was rarely out of her embrace. And he looked it. His arms have…