Our dachshund was two years old when we adopted her from the shelter and she had been there SIX months. She had been mauled by a much larger dog and was scared of everyone and everything, especially children. Now she’s happy and well adjusted and blah, blah, blah. Sorry, I don’t know when to shut up about my dog . . . but she’s just a great little thing . . . oh, sorry again.
I love the planet on top of the building . . . Just like “The Daily Planet”.