One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
Two things I would have blogged about in December if I’d had the time
I'm not going to apologize for this blog being so silent lately; life is what it is, and I hate reading sporadically updated blogs who...
Animal status report
This just in -- everybody is getting along swimmingly. The only thing seeing more time than the snuggles.... (more…)
They miss me already…
... even though I took this photo the day before I left.
It’s getting better all the tiiii-iiiii-iiiime
Well, we had that one big barking squealing going-for-the-neck episode wherein I had to pull Corwin ("Dog") off Lindy ("Other Dog") by her tail, and...
The Tripod Conundrum
I've been trying to figure out how lonely Corwin might or might not be. I mean, she's always enthusiastic when I walk into a room,...
And she can learn Latin while she’s napping!
A couple of weeks ago, I was making a HaldeCraft delivery to a casual friend, who works at a place called Cord-a-Roy's. Many many moons...
Bring on the dancing horses
I've been trying to walk Corwin more, since Old Dog. She and I both need exercise, in general. The vet said, too, that it would...
Are you tired yet…
... of photos of my pets lying about not doing jack shit, other than snuggling with each other? Too bad.
