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.

What would I do with my time if the money made no difference?
Unconscious programming makes us eager to believe our own lies
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?
When the night is dark and quiet, my open heart expects a miracle
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
Irony: Libyan rebels now rounding up blacks, sticking them into jails
Federal ‘help’ makes medical care more expensive and less available