If you read Brenda’s Blog then you know I sometimes write about my sweet girl, Annie. When Annie was only six weeks old I drove an hour south of here to meet her. She and her mom and seven siblings had been living on the street until they were rescued and placed with a foster family. I fell for Annie right away, but she looked at me for two seconds and then ran off to play with the chickens. Two weeks later I brought Annie home, and we’ve become best friends. That was two and a half years ago.
Annie has permanent eyeliner—a smoky eye—and a gorgeous reddish-brown coat. I’m so jealous.