WE ARE ONE (Fritz, my German Shorthaired-Pointer) by Nick Arndt

Clock sounds at six. Still dark and bitter cold. Early January in Northern Indiana. Should I retreat to Dreamland?  No. Break loose from the Chicago Cubs bedding. Put on my insulated running attire. He hears me coming down the stairs. I am greeted by the fine wine of a canine. I am immediately followed toContinue reading “WE ARE ONE (Fritz, my German Shorthaired-Pointer) by Nick Arndt”