WHO STOLE MY DOG?

At the end of a dead end road in south Louisiana my story begins. My parents were in there thirties when I came along, the youngest of five children. We grew up with the swamps as our playground. Most of the time we caught fish or hunted and just goofed around. In my senior year of high school I married a classmate. We lived together for nine months then divorced. A few years later I moved to Minnesota for two years with my fiancé. While in Minnesota I when to nursing school. (Didn’t finish) Bad news brought me home. Home—Crawfish boils, festivals, and family-Oh yeah! The years passed without much happing, Doctors said I couldn’t have children. So I got a weenie dog named Oscar! Then I ran into an old friend that lives in California. He invited me to visit, then Katrina and Rita hit the Gulf coast. They sure changed the way the wind blows. At forty two I became a proud mother of a son I named Wyatt. He is absolutely the love of my life. Never give up! Ask and you shall receive. I prayed for the perfect man and Wyatt is prefect. ***********> I got this Sexy Comment from CommentsDump.com!