On May 5, 2008, Andrew and I first met Mari. She was a scraggly little thing,
but she wouldn’t stop smiling, and she was playing tricks when she thought no one was looking. We knew right away she was a special pup.
Three days later, on May 8th, we brought her home from Puerto Rico. The plane trip and subsequent car ride made her nervous,
but through it all, she kept smiling.
By the end of the summer, she was completely our sol.
It’s hard to believe she’s been lost for almost as long as she’d been living on her own when we adopted her.
Miss you little one. It’d be a Frosty Paws day if you were home.