It’s been an awfully tough year. Mom died a year ago, so I decided to hit the road in a tiny camper to get out of debt in her honor. (Note to self: never make a life-changing decision while in deep grief.) This was my second Christmas without Oreo’s grammy, although the first one was just a blur since her death had been so recent. Thank God for Oreo, cheering me up to no end.
Here’s Oreo in her Santa socks at the studio where I was teaching ballroom dancing. It’s the only place she really gets to run around.