Accidents Happen!
( Stan and "Lukas" the day they met. ) It was an accident! Pure and simple. Completely unintentional. Yet...It happened. His name is Wilson, but when we first met him, it was Lukas. T o be perfectly honest, it was really my father-in-law's fault - plus the fact that it was just too hot on some of those Monday afternoons in August, to be outdoors feeding the geese and ducks after our weekly lunch. (See link to blog post, "It Was Never About the Lunch", below.) https://cre8ivewrites.com/f/it-was-never-about-the-lunch In lieu of engaging with the wildlife outside by the lake we frequented in cooler weather, the Humane Society offered respite from the heat, as well as an opportunity to interact with animals who longed to charm people into taking them home. There were many weeks in which we would walk into the Pound, choose a dog who looked like it could use a bit of attention, request the use of a "pla
