It was six years ago that I was able to pick Gerry up. I had met him exactly one week earlier at a meet and greet event. I told his CT. foster mom to give me one week to get a crate, rugs, bowls, and I’d be ready. We met at an Applebee’s parking lot, and then I got lucky enough to take him to my house, which he helped me turn into the home I’d been waiting for. Another chapter in both of our lives. They believed he was three at the time, based on tooth size, and so big boy is NINE years old today! It’s a little chilly outside, but he loves to sit on the front porch. Tonight, a yummy dinner!