My mom is a better woman than I am.
You'll notice this gorgeous golden retriever (okay like is that even the type of dog? does the golden just apply to blonder dogs? blatantly and perhaps blissfully demonstrating my canine ignorance) in the picture and if you know my family remotely you are sure to know that we are not dog people- or animal people for that matter. Let me clear with you: this is not our dog.
Melissa (as I call her in my head, in occasional conversations with my sister and roommate, and apparently here on the www when I childishly/repetitively keep referring to her as "my mom" - do I have issues?) and I went to play a no-so-friendly game of tennis (I WILL BEAT YOU ONE DAY MOM!!!).
Wow. Just found this post 11 months later. Long story short this quirky but kind woman came to the courts wanting to run through the routines with her dogs for their upcoming dog shows. Also she asked us to switch courts so they could have the shade. We worked on our respective crafts (I use the term liberally) side by side for an hour or so then when we asked her to snap a picture of us she was generous enough to let us include her dog in the picture, too. The MEMS.
Wow. Just found this post 11 months later. Long story short this quirky but kind woman came to the courts wanting to run through the routines with her dogs for their upcoming dog shows. Also she asked us to switch courts so they could have the shade. We worked on our respective crafts (I use the term liberally) side by side for an hour or so then when we asked her to snap a picture of us she was generous enough to let us include her dog in the picture, too. The MEMS.
