A few months passed, and Glenn and I were becoming ever closer. One day, we got into an argument. I don't remember why we were arguing. I do remember that I went home crying. Later, when I had calmed down, I decided to go over to Glenn's home to make up with him. I rang the doorbell, and his mother answered. I said, "I need to talk to Glenn. I want to make up with him." She said, "I'll tell him you're here." A few moments later, she came back and said, "He's gone." I was in shock. "Gone?!" I cried. "What do you mean gone?" She said, "He's not here. He must've run away." I said, "I'll help you look for him." We searched until dark, no sign of him. I went back home and told my aunt and uncle what happened. My uncle said, "Maybe you'll have luck tomorrow." That night, I looked out my bedroom window. I wondered aloud, "Where are you, Glenn?" After two more days of searching, I broke down and cried. I said, "This is my fault! I'm the reason he got so upset. If we find him dead, I'll never forgive myself!" Glenn's father said, "I'm sure Glenn is all right. We will find him alive. I know we will." At one point, I came to a hill, I looked down and same him lying at the bottom. I carefully made my way to him. I said, "Glenn, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said all those things to you." He looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry, too." I asked, "Are you okay?" He said, "I can't move my leg. I can't feel it either. I probably broke it. I think I cracked some ribs, too." His parents got to us. He was taken to a hospital, and that was exactly what his injuries were. The next day, I visited with him to see how he was doing. He said, "I hurt, but I know I'll get better soon." I said, "I'm really glad you're safe." He said, "I'm glad, too. I'm also glad we made up." From that point, we agreed that if we ever had another disagreement, we would say to each other, "I don't like your opinion, but I respect it."
I haven't written any articles on my fan club in a while. I felt like writing a eulogy about my dog, Fluffy. Fluffy was my second female dog. I remember when I got her. My aunt and uncle and I were visiting with my grandmother's sister in Florida. One of her neighbors happened to be breeding Smooth Collie puppies. I took one of them home with me, and I named her Fluffy for the sake of being ironic. She was the most vocal of all the dogs I've had. She was also very motherly. When we adopted Roxy, my Pit Bull, Fluffy accepted the pup as her own. She did the same with my Rottweiler, Stone, and with my newest dog, River. When my first dog, Diesel, passed away, Fluffy grieved more than the other dogs, save for Sadie, my Labrador. Fluffy grieved really hard when we lost Sadie a year ago. Fluffy was really smart, too. She knew hundreds of words and phrases, and I cannot possibly name all of them. I miss her very much, and so does everyone else. I'll never forget her. May she rest in peace.