When I was ten years old I got a puppy from the Gaither family that I named Prince. He was mostly Collie, but not a pure breed.  Prince possessed all the good shepherding qualities and good looks of a Collie, and all the hero qualities of a loyal mutt.  He was hands down the world’s best dog.  Ten-year-old boys need a dog to grow up with and for me, Prince was sent from God.   Continue reading THE DAY PRINCE DIED →