Some times of a morning

Some times of a morning

the life and homes of Jane Love


A little old brown dog

Remembered while at Washington Adventist Hospital, March 18, 2007


A little old brown dog
A little old brown dog that didn't belong to anyone adopted me when I was in 8th grade. She would see me coming home from school, and run all the way down the street to meet me.

She had puppies, but they disappeared right away. Either my mom gave them away, or killed them.

I never liked my mom.

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