He came into my life on December 26, 2002, almost 12 years ago, a nearly ferrel sled dog from someone living beyond their means in northern Minnesota. A wonderful husky rescue stepped in and got almost 60 dogs re-homed, and Pogo was from that group. He wasn't my first pick, but he was God's pick for me and my then 9 year old son. We had prayed for just the right dog, after a painful fair well to our 14 year old Jessie, the dog of my marriage and then divorce.

I have learned that being part of a blended family is an ongoing and never ending process of letting go. At least this has been my personal experience.

Letting go of...

- the fairy tail little girl dream of getting married and living happily ever after with one man

- the dream of growing old with someone, your best friend, who has not started the growing old part with another woman

- the crazy idea that you will ever be your husbands #1, that position goes to his bio daughters

Any parents concerned about the over use of electronics by their kids, and skids...and the way they are seemingly emersed in the crud of the world?

I had a very eye opening conversation with my SD11 about "slenderman" after hearing the story on the news about the 2 Wisconsin 12 year olds who stabbed a friend because of this fictional charactor (fortunately she lived, but the two girls are now being tried as adults).

And uses master bath as though it were her own... Now, in some parts of the country, where H2O is in short supply perhaps this is common practice?? HowEVER...I am not "native" to this area and where I come from, near one of the greatest lakes of all, this is gross. Oh, I forgot to mention that where I come from, using someone els's master bath is rude, and yes, I WAS raised on a farm!!!