Slingshot Goes Home

When I looked at the clock this morning and saw that it was 5:30 a.m. and realized that there had been no cold wet nose in my arm pit in the previous hour, it went a long way to offset any sadness I might have had about turning Slingshot over to his new owner.

Hs performed well on his last day, everyone was amazed at how outgoing he was, and he hopped into his new car without hesitation. My boy done good--and I got to get some sleep, finally!

Now on to whatever our next adventure is going to be...