Articles written by Joan Clayton Joan Clayton

Joan Clayton Joan Clayton

"Not another dog!" "But he's such a nice dog," my husband said, patting this creature defensively. "This dog is not going to be a house dog," and I meant it. Chalk up one for me for the only case I won. Emmitt named him "Bear." He looks like one and acts like one, I thought. I tried not to like this cuddly hyper little puppy. His little brown mustache attached to a black and brown spotted body with a short stubby tail that never stopped wagging made it hard for me to dislike him. Winter came and although it brought mild...