Musings on These First Fine Lines

Our family's short, red haired mini dachshund is not only dear to me, she's an ever present reminder that years have started to roll by faster than I'd imagined. The gray settling in at her chin gives testament to her years. Her reluctance to run lap after lap around the park where my parents live is officially a sign more of her age than a lackluster attitude or a desire to recline near the sun-dashed windows. Almost fourteen years ago she was placed in my arms with a pink bow tied around he...