My Neighbor Called My Rescue Dogs ‘Disgusting’ and Told Me to Get Rid of Them – I’m 75, and She Learned a Lesson Real Fast
I was out for an ordinary walk with my rescue dogs when a neighbor decided they didn’t belong in our neighborhood. What followed taught her—and a few others—that kindness has a way of standing its ground. I am 75 years old, born and raised in Tennessee. Most of my life has been spent taking in the ones nobody else wanted. I didn’t plan it that way when I was younger. It just happened, one broken and forgotten thing at a time. As a girl, I found injured birds near the