This is White Dog.  Four years ago, she was dumped on our property.  She was exhausted from a long journey.  We could tell that she had been cared for, because she was  beautifully clipped.  She followed Daddy back and forth on the lawn mower for several hours.  Finally, we let her in the house. WD couldn’t hear.  The vet estimated she was more than 10 years old.  She loved my Mom. 

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I have been meaning to write since last week.  There is so much to talk about.  My Dad is now known as the “Addie Whisperer” in close circles.  I have a crazy work story that involves a man in a Hawaiian shirt and two dogs in a conference room.  “Dancing with the Stars” water cooler talk, including Shark’s shorty shorts that made me uncomfortable.  And I never recapped the Taylor

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