Back in the day, which by all tents and porpoises was a mere 14 years ago, I didn’t use a ‘No Soliciting’ sign at the front door.
Instead, I used a dog with a ferocious bark to live rent free in the skulls of every short sighted soul looking to purloin portions of my fortune for miracle cleaners, cable service, and turnip-twaddlers.
That dog was Hope, our beloved Pit Bull.
Today, April 20, 2024 marks six years since we had to say goodbye to her.
Instead of reflecting on her last moments, I’ve opted to remember the time she made someone think that their days on God’s Green Earth were coming to an end.
Enjoy.
