Some families have a child who’s just plain different from everybody else. When everybody else zigs, the oddball zags. In my animal family, that delightful oddball is Dagny.
I found her in the trash. More accurately, I found her underneath the trash — under a big blue dumpster in the little downtown area of the suburb where I live. She was tiny.
Around her neck, she had a ribbon with a bell on it. But it was the middle of the night and there were no houses for blocks. She was dirty and skinny and scared. She had to come home with me.

Throwaway culture can leave us looking for something that lasts
Death of stranger’s dog reminds me how much dogs mean to us
I kept thinking this week about the scenario I mentioned a few days ago about slaves wanting to escape. It occurs to me that this metaphor works for many of the situations in our lives. What lessons can we draw from it?
Hearing voice of the one you love can be medicine for hurting heart
Creator knew truth when He said
How miserable does someone have to be to ‘troll’ a cute dog picture?
Stop using children as pawns to promote adult political agendas
Some of us feel rage at authority, even as disobedience can hurt us
Assassin or patsy? How can you trust any of the players in this case?