December 2017. Dorothy was pretty much my companion wherever I went. I put off going to the dump because there was no way to get her in the truck. She insisted, however, so I made a little platform for the occasion. It turned out to be a big day, especially when I bruised a couple ribs getting her out of the truck. She was sore for several days, but never complained. A dump excursion with her son was, according to her, “worth it.”