I smile at him, Pulling him to my side. "I do not look like a million spats of yellow pink and orage paint on an ocean." I said laughing. "If I do...Then I missed something." I bit my lip.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)