a dog person. Who knew?
I've never been dog person. I swear. They're loud, rambunctious, messy, attention whores, who slobber and people spend way too much money on them. But eight years ago my family was struggling to find our joy after the divorce and then someone tried to break into my house. So, I decided to get a dog. A big, protective,vicious, bundle of wiggles.....Ebi, the golden retriever. Almost instantly there was a change in my daughter's smile. My son became more patient and kind. I no longer felt like my house was a tomb that I rattled around in when the kids were at their dad's for the weekend. Ebi became the catalyst for me to leave the house and take a walk or go to the dog park on my horrible self inflicted blind dates . She was the litmus test for those guys. If she hated them, they were gone. When she met Husband 2.0 she fell in love and I knew he was a keeper. And so, last week, when we were in the throes of preparing for a week filled with the joyous celebrat