If you are a softie, like I am, don’t read this.
OK, you’ve been warned.
For the past four years or so, I have been lucky to have custody of my ridgetop community’s neighborhood dog.
Jasmine, so I’m told, was dumped here about 16 years ago as a puppy.
I smile to imagine what that roly-poly golden ball of fur must have looked like then. She was lucky enough to find a home with a family that had children.