Milhouse, the wanderer, was
picked up by GRRACE at a shelter in Frankfort where he’d been left because he
kept wandering off his farm. He came into our home as a foster dog, looking for
a forever family. We only had him three weeks, but he became a member of our
family, claiming the spot next to my chair. Apparently, we were his forever
family. Sweet, wandering Milhouse, may you have finally found your destination.
We will never forget you.
Karl and Mary Scharnberg