Mount Pleasant Pets 2018-19

E www.MtPleasant.Pet | www.MPVets.Pet | www.facebook.com/MPpets PETS G U I D E Life was good. I had a yard. I could sit on my porch or in a cool dirt hole for hours, listening to the sounds of neigh- bors and smelling scents of barbecue wafting in from Rod- ney Scott’s down the road. Sometimes a stray cat would even come sauntering onto the porch, bidding me a good day. Most evenings, mom would walk me to Hampton Park to visit my goose and duck friends. So many baby feathered friends floated on by – just out of reach – quacking “hello.” Then we’d walk around the park, I’d roll in some mulch and willingly take any pat I could get from my adoring human fans. Sometimes, we’d even make it to the beach, where Mom would swim in the ocean with me, and I’d dig up shells and roll in the sand. INTO THE ARCTIC … AND BACK A DOG’S TALE OF A MIDWEST MOVE By Beezus Harris