As far back as I can remember, I have always wanted a dog, but other things always got in the way.
My first husband hated animals. (I should have known by that it just would not work out.) Then there was the single-mom life, and I just could not bring a dog in the mix in good conscience. Years later after I remarried, we always seemed to live in apartments that didn’t want dogs. Finally, we bought our first home in beautiful Knoxville. After we settled in, I once again started looking for the perfect pup. When I told my husband that I wanted a dog, he said we could talk about it. Talk about it? I told him I wasn’t talking about it because I was 50 years old, and I was telling him “I am getting a dog!” Boy did his face look funny!