Way out in the hills of Kentucky, one cold November night, a sweet farm dog gave birth. The puppies grew, and four of them traveled to homes in Michigan. Our home was their first stop and the last for our new puppy, Beowulf. (One can usually tell what the children have been reading lately by the pet names they chose.)
My sweet friend, Jennifer and her son, William, made the trip out on a very cold Valentine's weekend.
We are all excited to have this puppy, but the best part for me was meeting up with these special ladies, many of whom I have known online for years but never met in person till this weekend.