Before I begin this week’s tale, just a quick update on my boy Snickers.

He has a new mom and should be in his forever home as soon as a fence is built. He has visited and spent overnights, and the bond of love is secure. So much thanks and gratitude is due to all involved.

On Thursday morning, Sept. 26, I was invited to Tryon Estates to display some of my stories, offer a gift and bring an animal. It was a joyous day, the folds at Tryon Estates are strong supporters and I so enjoy being among them.

Debbie Pegg brought my dear friend Ned, who, after being adopted, injured himself and lost one of his front legs. I remember consoling her little boy, telling him that in time he won’t even realize Ned’s missing limb. It was such a joy spending time with my old three-legged buddy, but a four-hour stint was too much for him. He did enjoy all the attention, especially the ham treats Uncle Lennie pilfered for him.

When I brought him back to rest by Debbie’s desk, I asked, “How’s your little boy?” “Oh, he’s over 6 feet now and driving.”

“Yikes,” I laughed, “I guess a lot can happen in six years.”

A while back I spoke of little Sophie, the Chihuahua who was attacked by the neighbor’s dog.