So, it's no secret for those that know me, I'm not a big animal person, meaning I love hogs because that's where bacon comes from, but cats and little yippy dogs-no thanks. I'm also not a very good friend on FaceBook, as I hardly "check in." But this week, these worlds collided.
The much older sister has been raising a pet Yorkie that niece Jena Beth left at home when she went off to college. Maybe other parents can relate, you didn't want a dog to take care of, but 13 years later it's still there and there are times you like it better than your kid. So our family was at a funeral last week when a thunder storm came up, and we are guessing that little Raely, who was confined to the screened in porch, must have freaked and tore off the screen and dug under the chain linked fence, because when sister and bro-in-law got home, the fur ball was gone.