On the hunt

Where did all the mutts go?

Do you remember when you could get a puppy just by being in the right parking lot? 

I remember going into a little pet shop to get my grandfather a pup for Father's Day and we were told that she, to be named Tiger, was half American Eskimo and half traveling salesman.

Not today. Or at least not in my neck of the woods.

Last month, we lost our beloved beagle, Mimi, to cancer. She was a little over ten years old. And she was Jordan's constant companion.

She is so mis...