URBANNA — Shortly after returning on a what I called facetiously, “The trip of a Lifetime,” (because the trip was so stressful) a vacation to celebrate our 60th wedding anniversary, something odd happened. Or maybe my serialized columns describing my trip actually foreshadowed what was bound to happen.
One evening soon after our return I rose from the sofa and the next thing I knew I awoke sprawled flat on the floor.
It was eerie finding myself looking up into the brown eyes of my cocker spaniel “Dandy,” who was standing over me looking down at me with concern. Thank goodness I regained consciousness just seconds before a very pink and wet tongue was about to lick my face.
