Ever since Echo came to stay, things have been topsy-turvy around here. Now don’t get me wrong, Echo’s not living with us. I do not now own three dogs. This place isn’t big enough.
No, Echo’s my son’s dog and he just came to stay for a long weekend. Continue reading →
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 →
Nobody thinks I can write. Maybe it’s because I’m little. Hank calls me a pipsqueak, and I guess Hank should know. He’s my big bro and one day he’s going to be king of all of us. That’s what he tells me, anyway, and I believe him. Continue reading →