I didn't cry when I left Larry this time. He had an opportunity to have a home and was just too wild and young to adapt. He chases cars and bites at the tires......followed my brother onto the bypass the other day. Somebody was gonna' get hurt and it had to be done. In my Pollyanna mind he'll be rescued by somebody with a fenced in yard and time to train him. Wendall promised :)
I've ramped up my protests about Ethel to the corporate level so maybe I'll get a call back next week. If not, I'll keep trying. I'm like a dog with a bone when somebody's been done wrong. Sometimes you just have to do the next right thing.
Adios 2016. As far as I know Betty White is still alive and James Taylor so there's a positive. Whatever the new year brings, it is what it is.
Keep the faith ~