Day 1:
I am thankful for my dog, Sandy Lou.
On January 1, 2014, we had the dreaded talk at dinner about Sandy's imminent death. Frank did the math, and we figured out she is the same age as Nanny, 84! Dad promised to build her a coffin, just like Grandpa built for mom's great pyrenees. When she does pass, we plan to bury her in the backyard.
But for now, she is here. And we love her every minute of everyday. She may be blind, but she's still our Sandy Lou.












