The dog that you see isn’t me
Each morning, Arlene and I pass Cabrina playground – or Desmere Park – whatever you want to call it – but it’s where I used to take her to mingle with the other dogs and to play ball. She was a ball playing dog, that’s for sure. Then after Katrina, she developed a weird neurological issue that caused her to collapse when she over exerted. After costly tests including an eye specialist examining her, it…