Betsy

My friend gave me a dog yesterday. Her name is Betsy and I have known her for many years. I wasn't sure about getting a dog. I worried it would be too much work and I really worried she wouldn't like the boys. As it turns out she may have been better for my mental health than a truckload of Xanax. She sits where I sit. She goes where I go. She wants me to rub and scratch her little belly and moves my hand with her paw to ensure that I hit the right spots. She tolerates the wild men. She sleeps on my pillow with me. Oh I am so glad she came to me.