10:30 p.m., our son calls:
“Mom, can you help me get in the gate? I’m trying to pull in but the puppies are playing around and I’m
afraid they’ll get out.”
A few minutes later, our now-giant six-month- old Great Pyrenees x Anatolian Shepherds on leashes, I
am walking back up the driveway as our son’s car passes. “Watch out for the horse!” I say as my
flashlight picks up the outline of our pony cropping grass in his path.
“Yes, Mom, I see him,” he answers as his dog herds Shorty out of the way.
Not the normal coming-home conversations of most 20-year-olds, I guess. Such are the difficulties our
children face.