Sam Cook column: Beauty hides beneath the constant, dismal dripping
The yellow dog and I were getting ready for a rainy run at Hawk Ridge on Wednesday evening when a brown dog walked over to say hello. The dog was boxer-size, a formidable specimen, but I sensed no ill will in its demeanor.
Are you a newspaper subscriber but you don't have a Digital Access account yet? Activate your account.
You will need your subscription account number and phone number. Not sure if you have an account? Email us or call (800) 456-8080 and we can help you.