We Got Our Mojo
When my youngest daughter was about 2 years old she was running a high fever and in her sleep began speaking. She kept tossing and turning saying, “I want a dog. I want a dog.” Today about five years later, It has become a family joke. We always intended on the possibility of getting one, but there were several reasons why we held out. As I mentioned in my last blog, we had since decided that the time had come, but for some wacky reason we kept facing challenges and challenges about getting the right dog. Yesterday my family and I drove to Gainesville to meet the breeders of mini dauschunds. We were supposed to exchange and had numerous texts back and forth, however they didn’t show up. After everything we’d gone through Dan and I both started to panic. It was like this must be som...