Why puppies do NOT make good Christmas Gifts
Abandonment Issues When I was in the 3rd grade, I had a rather traumatizing experience that changed the way I viewed dogs forever. I grew up in a small town in Southern New Hampshire, about 45 minutes outside of Boston. Although I consider myself a city girl, my home was in the middle of the woods, by a lake and our neighbors were far and few between. It was a cool, fall morning in October and as I waited for the bus to round the corner at the top of my street, I watched as a small car drove past my driveway and pull over a little ways up the road. A man got out, opened the door for a beautiful golden retriever and then chucked a tennis ball as hard as he could off . . .