the more they stay the same. A pretty popular adage. My own, of course, is -- things don't get better they just get different. Which was my conclusion after raising two teenagers.
After reading my daughter's blog today I had to laugh thinking of the many times I went off in search of my own dog (a Great Pyrenees named Skye). I maintained that she was Houdini incarnate -- how else could she have escaped a locked crate? And it was still locked when we arrived home to find her romping around upstairs! So I'm quite familiar with magic dogs. The more things...
After four years of being away from home my daughter has a blog and I am able to keep abreast of what she is up to. I used to worry about my daughter when she first went to the U.S. for school, now I just renew my Prozac prescription. Things don't get better...
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