I never planned on owning a dog, and I definitely didn’t plan on getting into a silent war with our most uptight neighbor. But life has a sense of humor, and sometimes karma works faster than you do. It started one ordinary Thursday. I walked into the house after work expecting to find my 10-year-old son, Mason, sprawled on the couch with cartoons humming in the background. Instead, his backpack was abandoned in the middle of the hallway like he’d dropped it while running. Before I could call out, I heard him yelling from the back porch. “Mom! Hurry!”….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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