tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319926884429679355.post8093596501295844648..comments2023-07-12T10:01:48.727-05:00Comments on Forty Pound Sack: SaturdayForty Pound Sackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16532270470379845645noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319926884429679355.post-41415932559391105072012-02-12T12:46:05.640-06:002012-02-12T12:46:05.640-06:00I just stopped following a blog because the writer...I just stopped following a blog because the writer has four rescue dogs, three female, and has already bred one and is planning to breed another. What the heck is this person thinking? Nobody wanted the dogs you have so why not make more? I see Craigslist in their future.Ms Martyrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16996078255731307805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6319926884429679355.post-41647617853005415912012-02-12T02:06:15.751-06:002012-02-12T02:06:15.751-06:00I am so sorry to hear about your dear friend's...I am so sorry to hear about your dear friend's battle with cancer. Cheri will be in my prayers. Your 'box of comfort' will definitely light up her life as she tackles this. You are fortunate that you had a mentor and friend, like Mike. I bet he would love for you and Walker to visit. It's been 8 years since I visited an animal shelter. Just can't stand to see all those precious cats and dogs in cages. I fell in love with a dog that was there but just couldn't bring him home because we traveled so much. Those eyes of his melted my heart. The hardest thing I ever did was walk away. Good Luck listing your aunt's jewelry. take care.TARYTERREhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14620999913159718018noreply@blogger.com