I got a call from one this morning, and it was fun to hear Patricia talk about her days with the group. She, and others, pulled me from the depths of dispair in the midst of the worst time of my life. I know I've mentioned that before, but it deserves another mention. They are wonderful women.
It's looking more and more like I'll never go, again. (Pity Party in Session) I feel sorry mostly for Jack. Look at the boring life he leads now compared with what could have been.
|Stole a picture from one of their facebook pages--I know she won't mind. There's another one I'd like to have, but I can't remember who posted it and where it is. Lizzie and Reileigh, I know, were running with them in spirit.|
We were together many times, but as you can see from this past post of mine, the pups had as great a time as we did every time we met. You'll have to scroll down to see what a playground a big puddle is for the pups. Now, Reileigh's Mom has Carly--quite the character. She's a Lab, of course. I suspect looking at this picture that they've already run themselves out--that's a morning walk.