After three years of pleas, promises and prodding, on my thirteenth birthday, my parents gifted me with a twelve-week old, Yorkshire Terrier puppy I had found through an advertisement in the newspaper. Clutching a buttery soft, sky-blue chenille blanket tucked safely under my pre-teen arm, we departed our Long Island home, my father and I,ContinueContinue reading “Friendship in the Big Field”
