So two weeks ago, I got a new job. I was at work and had a new demand pulling me every five minutes. I failed to go check on my dog, Sue, out in my jeep. He died that day. I can deal with missing my companion (I think), but I just can't forgive myself. I try to work on bows in my garage, but I just don't give a damn lately. He should be out there watching me. Here's to our faithful compatriots who support us through bad tiller, exploding yew, and even when we get it just right. Hope you are all thankful for the ones you've got.
Michael