Mack, my big, tall, sweet, and best-in-every-way buddy died unexpectedly on July 1. He was getting old and stiff but wasn't ailing in any obvious way. RK had taken him fishing
We have all heard, repeatedly, that time is flying by. Can you believe it is December? How is it already Friday? But you know what makes time slow down to the speed of
I rarely run with anyone other than my dog, Mack. When I am getting dressed to run he doesn’t wait by the door. He sticks with me as I brush my teeth, pull on a jacket, get a drink of water, up the stairs and back down, until he is out the door, assured of going with me.