So I went for a long walk with my dog, Oliver Twist. At 4 years of age, the ragamuffin has a lot more energy–and stamina–than Henry, the King Charles Cavalier who descends from royalty. Continue reading →
I mean, no one brought along a famished Barbie. So you stare down the waiter who placed that bit of nonsense in front of you and declare, “What are we supposed to do–pass the glass around and inhale the bread??” Continue reading →
Woman in her prime is most in need of a family. Why, you ask?
It seems her own family, who heretofore have been contentedly living in San Diego and providing a stalwart emotional support system to said woman, have upped and left the state with not so much as a by your leave. Continue reading →