Thursday, July 11, 2013
When I was a single gal, I had a dog named "Gabriel." Gabriel went everywhere with me. He made me feel safe and loved. He was a mixture of terrier (his mom) and a chow/lab mix? (his dad was a wild dog in the country
I fell in love with him from the start. He had one slight problem...if you want to call it that....Gabriel did not like men, especially men I dated. It was rather comical at times. Then one day, my husband came to take me out on our first date. He had roses in one hand, and Gabriel jumped up and kissed him and was so happy to see this man he had never met.
This story continues with much laughter. Look for Dog Blog 2 tomorrow