Some of you may recall this picture:
I found Grace with her puppies as I drove through the dilapidated town of Wenasoga, a mere two miles from my home. I made inquiries that afternoon, and it was conceded by the two people I talked to that she was a stray and had been being fed table scraps by the locals there. Eventually I delivered the pups to the shelter (after two weeks of sleepless nights), and I ultimately decided to give Grace a home at Willow Oak.
Even then, Grace was a very graceful and beautiful girl:
Her teats were still gorged with milk in that picture, but that would be a good thing as you will see when you read her story in the book.
Of course, nowadays I find Grace to be one of the most irresistable girls I have ever been around. How can you deny a face like that?
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