Ahhhhh my dear Ann, you call 'em like you see 'em, don't you?
I think you are right, we are all nurturers, we love the unloved.
We were trying to understand why he ran straight for me when I walked out the door, because until then he had been a little shy, they said. Finally it occurred to me that maybe I might have reminded him of that little 14 year old girl, the one whose father 'dropped him off'.
He looked healthy, the vet said he was in great health, and I don't think he had been abused, but I do think he had been unloved. That's over for him now. He is probably the most loved dog around right this minute.
When I started writing the story, I had no idea the words would go in a circle and would tie it all into gardening.
Sometimes I have absolutely no control over my words.
This was one of those times.
Thanks for reading it, and for seeing right through me.
