Random Thoughts with Hector

As a young child, I always had a dog, and most of time it was a terrier breed. But before we had all the Schnauzers, we had a German Shepherd mix, and she was huge.

Eventually she got to be too hard to handle in the city, so we drove her out to the country and let her out of the car. I was very sad when we got home, so my grandma cheered me up by telling me some farmer would surely give my dog a good home. I went back out to that area last year, and once again felt that overwhelming sadness, but I keep telling myself that my grandma has probably fared as well as the dog did.