After Megan’s divorce, Lil J became Megan’s knight in shining armor. He got her through the darkest of days, the longest of nights. Last December a friend of mine in Rhodesian Ridgeback Rescue had a ridgie coming back and they also had an Iggy. Megan offered to foster the little guy.
Cooper was 11 years old and the two boys got along perfectly. The foster part didn’t last long, Coop had found his home.
In April Megan was in NYC for a trade show. She came home and said “Mom, I’m moving to New York.” Grand idea I thought. Her job is in Portland and so is her family.
A week or two went by and Megan announced she was flying back to New York for a couple of job interviews. Awesome I thought. She has a job in Portland.
Another week or two passed and she called and said, “Mom, I leave for New York on June 21.” And then, she was outta here.
That is the story of my east coast grand dogs. One day they are on the west coast and the next day they are on the east coast.