"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
I do! I see that little eye peeking around the pillow, she is so sweet, her name says it all.
On October 30, 2015 at 6:08 am
I came here hoping for a puppy or goat in a halloween costume. She knows this, and is hiding so that does not happen LOL!
On October 30, 2015 at 8:24 am