Walking down the road with my elderly father, I saw a stray dog walking in our direction. I petted him and allowed him to walk along with us. “You know,” I said “I’ve always wanted a dog.” “Well son” said my dad “my asthma, I can’t live with a dog!” “That’s true” I said. I thought to myself “I’ll find him a good home.”
“Golden Years Retirement Complex” is just around the corner.