Heart of the City by Steenz for January 21, 2005

Transcript:

Mrs. Angelini: Early that morning, about 4A.M., I awoke determined to go out looking for my little dog in the now deep snow... But when I walked into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks! There was my father, asleep in his chair, a pair of wet boots...and little Trash curled up on his lap. A Mrs. Angelini Story "My Dog Trash"