It’s a junkyard dog’s life
HUMOR
I was out for a walk by the dawn’s early light, when I heard the anxious whimpering of a dog. I looked around and saw him seated on a neighbor’s porch rail. After a little ear scratching and a belly rub, he told me his story: “My mom was a Rambler. My dad was a Ranchero. They met one night when dad rear-ended her at a red light in Tijuana. They were both towed to a junkyard. The
