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In July of 2007, standing in Swirl, a six-month-old black lab mutt ran like a bullet into Swirl and was scooped up and deposited in my arms by Beth.

Me: “I don’t want a dog!”

Fifteen minutes later, this black lab mutt was sitting in the back of my friend, Jer’s car, while we dined at Lola’s. I kept going out to the car to check on her and she just looked at me with dark eyes that said, “Hey, look, I’m being good.”

Twenty four hours later, this mutt was sitting on my front porch and someone said, “Aren’t you scared that puppy is going to run off?”

Me: “Look at her, she’s not going anywhere.”

Twenty six hours later, after a sign was posted and an email sent to the neighborhood group, I was lying on my sofa with a 30 pound dog, all legs, on top of me nuzzling my neck and I decided the mutt’s name must be Loca, because I’d have to be loca or crazy to take in a dog when Arlene was entering her geriatric age and after entering the other side of Katrina, divorce, broken hearts, and a major remodel of the LaLa – my world had finally stopped spinning and Arlene and I had found peace in our lives.

Wrong.

A year and a half later, on Martin Luther King’s official Monday birthday, (his real birthday is January 15th), Loca Negra is having her now official birthday; she is two years old today, and I can’t imagine a day without her in my life. She has taught me patience, love, laughter, and to expect the unexpected.

Happy Birthday Loca Negra!

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