The Dog-eluia Chorus

The WGH and I try to walk in the mornings. Two laps around our subdivision is 2-1/2 miles. We take McCartney on the first lap and leave him home for the second. Our neighborhood has lots of dogs, and their life's greatest ambition is to out-bark the dogs in the next yard. Or the ones on the other side of the street. Or the ones on the other side of the subdivision. It's time to shop for a prom dress. At the local mall, it's pretty much the same story as walking around our neighborhood. Lots of barking and whining. We are at a distinct disadvantage because my oldest daughter is tall. We're not just talking "tall", we're talking, "dang, she's tall" tall. Taller than her basketball coaches tall. Well, except for the one who's three inches taller than she is. Now HE'S tall. My child has grown gracefully into her height, though, and carries herself well. Proud of her height. She even wears heels occasionally. (Not for prom, though, because the boyfriend is shorter than she is.) Read a book. It's good for you. =) JB