Glorious Victory!

As you may remember, I tried to donate blood in August and was defeated by my squeamishness toward needles in combination with a variety of other factors, including summer heat. When I say defeated, I mean to the calling my mother crying while I drove myself home with vomit (mine) in my underwear level of…

Farewell

Honestly, I still can’t believe I’m writing this post. Our beloved Sherman, the “blue speckled pup” after whom my blog is named has died. We are so very devastated to lose him at only eight years old. Sherman was diagnosed four days ago with an aggressive form of lymphoma. The only treatment his excellent vet…