With great sadness, we had to let our Trace Jeanell go to the Rainbow bridge about 10 days ago. The next day, Isaac was grief striken. He would barely look at me. I knew what had to be done.
We three piled into the car and headed to the places around here that have puppies. Cute, fuzzy butted ones. The first place only had big puppies. We wanted a little one.
The second place was loud. One lady pointed at Isaac, nearly scaring him to death that she was going to take him with her.
Then we saw her. She was asleep and seemed so gentle and laid back. Not at all like her yelping, biting and crazy wild sister.
Taylor Rene is a liar.
