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.

Until I can have the family I need, I’ll spend my Thanksgiving alone
Can love last? Man holding hand of his dying wife gives me hope
If we disrespect skilled trades, we’re ignorant and arrogant fools
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?
Time and maturity should change what we believe we need in mates
Left-wing distortions of church just as toxic as right-wing kinds
We sometimes need help to finish a long race we’ve decided to run
Plans change and people hurt us, but we often need to start over
Wishful thinking: Why Ron Paul can’t (and won’t) be elected president
Libertarian freedom vs. conservative tradition leads to culture clash