Perched atop the old hog house roof on our farm east of Hardwick, I called my husband, Bryan, on my cell phone.
As the phone rang through, I pondered my predicament — I had climbed on the roof to fetch the dog’s frisbee and now I was stuck.
My errant throw landed Lucy’s favorite toy out of reach, and her eyes darted eagerly between me and the direction the toy was thrown.
I knew she’d pester me…
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