I can’t believe this. I went away to the DFW Writer’s Conference for the weekend, and when I got back, certain people in the house had hatched a plan to adopt a well-trained, 8 year-old, Siberian Husky from some friends of ours.
I apparently did have a choice in the matter, but it was difficult with those big eyes imploring me. And I’m not talking about the dog here.
We’re going to collect her on Tuesday, so if you have ANY advice for what we should do to get ready, please don’t be shy!