Day One Hundred Seventy “Who Controls the Leash?”
Oh, that dear, sweet, little boy of ours. He was definitely a one-of-a-kind…tenderhearted, with a propensity to roam about our neighborhood in search of helpless, abandoned critters of all shapes and sizes, and then take upon himself the responsibility of rescuing them. One such rescue was a black Labrador retriever, a puppy. When our …