A mutual friend tried to fix us up, for years. I wasn't having any part of it. I wouldn't even meet him.

I used to see a gorgeous dog out in the yard and passed by her on the way to work, for years. I thought she was so beautiful, I even named my fantasy football league "Big White Fluffy Fat Dogs" in her honor. I'd see the owner out in the yard wearing a goofy lawn hat, hawaiian shirt, pale skin, red hair and skinny legs. Oh my gooness. One day, I mentioned to the mutual friend the dog and how beautiful and distinctive she was (big, fluffy and white). He smiled. He asked the dog's address. I told him. He grinned.

"I know that dog."

When my husband and I got married, the dog was part of the wedding party. I always told her that she got me a good husband. I guess it was just meant to be. We lost her last Christmas - what a good old girl she was.