Last Saturday, we had a very special guest. She stayed four hours and we had little conversation, but still it was a lot of fun.
I didn’t make coffee or tea. Instead, I served delicious dog cookies because our guest, “Paris,” was a dog.
My daughter, who lives next door, had a coffee with three of her high school friends—Elizabeth, Rhonda, and Kris. Elizabeth adopted Paris from the local humane society at the same time we adopted our dogs.