EDITOR’S NOTE: I’m going to leave this parked at the top of the blog for a while. Check below for basketball news.**
In May of 1994 I was living in Bridgeport, Conn., and my friend, Kim, had a dog that had given birth to nine puppies.
I had just come off a relationship with a woman who had a regal old Golden Retriever named Rusty, whom I had grown attached to.
Though I had always grown up with (black) cats around my house, I thought it was time for me to get my own dog. I was 25 at the time. (more…)
