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 will you do when ‘electing the right people’ doesn’t change things?
I don’t allow comments anymore, and I’d like to briefly explain why
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?
Mom of out-of-control teen thug must share blame for ugly arrest
FRIDAY FUNNIES
What are your options when the state gives your children lousy teachers?
Kids’ willingness to blindly obey shows in Quebec teacher’s joke
Sharing mundane details of life is underrated joy of loving someone
Does every loss of love finally become a case of ‘sour grapes’?