On March 31st, this meatloaf is turning 8 years old. This fur-momma can’t believe it’s been 8 years since she “graced” my presence. I remember when we picked her up, and then I remember leaving for church camp for a week (the same week Cody and I re-met). When I came back, this puppy was so excited to see me that she tinkled on me. She still does it when she gets excited. She’s rotten and spoiled, but she’s my Nator Grace, and I’m glad she’s been my baby for 8 years.
B.R. Fairchild 