Tales of a Sixth Grade Golden Retriever

pic for Golden Retriever BlogIn my last post, I wrote about the time two boys in my 5th grade class, Billy and Matt, told me that I was pretty.  It was the first time I’d been called pretty by someone other than my mother, and I was pretty darn excited about it.

My excitement, however, was short-lived.  Because less than a year later, something excruciating happened:

Sixth Grade. Continue reading