I wanted to wring my over-zealous doctor’s neck! Instead of two cute (at least I thought they were cute!) twin freckles just above my right knee, I was now the proud owner of an ugly, raised, reddish-purple scar sitting next to one lonely freckle. And no skirt I owned would cover it up. But it …
The Beagle and the Ibis
I laughed inwardly at the comical sight coming toward me. A man was out walking his two very-different dogs. While the little black mop-of-a-thing was trotting contentedly at his master's heels, the cute-as-a-button beagle wasn’t. He was straining like crazy at the end of his very long leash. But not straining forward. At least that …
He Never Smiles Back
Stone-faced, eyes straight ahead, he never acknowledged me or my numerous greetings. I figured I was invisible.
