Xander is my Hundred-Pound Marshmallow, a Great Pyrenees/Something-Probably-Labbish mix. He’s a gentle giant with people and small baby things.
Baby chicks especially.
It was love at first sight of those tiny balls of fluff. His ginormous heart melted.
Yeah, remember that song, Sister Golden Hair by America? I always loved this line: “I’ve been one poor correspondent, and I’ve been too, too hard to find, but it doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind.” As the song says, it doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about all of you out there, blog […]