I have had requests for the column I wrote last year about my flat coated retriever Forte for Woman’s Day, so here it is. Since then, Merry died too– (you can find her obituary, just search the blog) so we are down to one old terrier, Phoebe is even grumpier now. Also, to make matters worse, my father, Papa Bob, put down one of my mother’s two old Labs the same day. (If you read the column you’ll see why that was so tough.) That said, we have about two feet of snow, the kind of snow that is so preposterous it makes me laugh out loud. It’s a Forte kind of morning– over the top- and I can’t help but think he’s in on the joke.
