Pot of gold
When an alcoholic finds that sobriety isn't all sunshine, she looks for rainbows
I WALKED to the front door with Molly's leash in my hand. She eagerly waited for me at the door and the queasy feeling in my stomach got worse as I watched her spin in circles. She almost never chased her tail, but on mornings such as this, when my hangover made me nauseous and my head and heart were pounding, I felt she was spinning in circles and dancing around me as if to say, "Get over it and walk me already!"
This was while I was still making the effort to walk her. Eventually I would drop her off every day at doggie daycare so that she would leave me alone in the mornings and...
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Grand Rapids, Mich.