We have our priorities straight here at Fiction Daily.
So while the world watches the hopeful protesters in Iran, mourns the loss of two pop icons in Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, the Fiction Daily world is abuzz with news of a different kind.
After the loss of our beloved Annie Karenina Walker Hound, I took it upon myself to scour Petfinder.com last week while the husb was away … to search for a dog here in our community.
I went to PetsMart in his absence and, well, silly me! What was I thinking? That I would leave without wanting another dog?
After milling around for some time, I remembered seeing this Walker Hound, Sport. I asked if he was still available, and the young volunteer said, Yes, as a matter of fact, he was still available. And he’s a big couch potato.
Come to find out, Sport was saved by the same wonderful animal cruelty officer who rescued our Annie. And Sport was at her home! I went to see him, and he was something of a train wreck of a dog. The volunteer foster mom said, “No one will ever adopt this dog.”
Well, those were fighting words, and over the next few days, I found myself thinking about that poor old guy more and more.
Yesterday, Greg and I went to see him. I was hedging, unsure, and Greg said, let’s take him home.
And we did!
So today, we’ve bathed a nearly 100-pound Walker Hound, taken a couple of walks, and had a few stern reprimands about not “treeing” the cats.
He seems to be fitting in very well. What’s best of all, he’s house trained!!
We wondered what to name him, and this morning, Greg comes out with “Mayberry.”
And so it is.
Mayberry.
May … Berry … RFD!!!
PLEASE PARDON THE IRREGULAR ENTRIES WHILE I AM CAMPAIGNING FOR GREENVILLE N.C. CITY COUNCIL. FD RETURNS IN NOVEMBER.

