The Pitter Patter of Big Paws
My neighbor up the street, whose dog Hoover (Shirley's friend) died suddenly of stomach cancer a few months ago, adopted another dog from a rescue. She's a gentle Rhodesian/Mastiff mix, and my entire hand fits on her head with room to spare. I don't know if this is my sign from Shirley, but I'm happy that my neighbor has a new cold nose in her life. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da. All that.