One Small Dog

If I’m honest, the whole shady exchange felt like a drug deal; or how I imagined a drug deal would be transacted.

After losing our beloved Abby (from old age), we had been without a dog for four years. I’d sworn steadfastly that I would never have another dog; losing her had been too painful.

But after four years, the rooms in our house echoed with a silence that could only be filled, realistically, with something small and fluffy.

The Side Trip

I’ll be the first to admit that we can be somewhat overzealous travelers, but the journey we attempted from Dubrovnik, Croatia to Mostar, Bosnia was nothing less than harrowing, even for us.