With the confirmation that Sam needs surgery, I was feeling a bit down. When we got home it helped to sit on the porch and soak up the warmth of afternoon sun with the dogs and recharge my batteries. There's nothing like the peace of the outdoors and the sound of ripping paper to clear your mind. That and...
Later being given a half eaten 1-dollar bill. The 10 dollars that was with it is nowhere to be found.
I'm sure Charlie hasn't seen it.
But why do I have a feeling that my muddy-faced, hole digging Scottie may know where it is?