I believe I may owe Sault Ste. Marie an apology… I’ve concluded that we are still experiencing winter in April because Kaylee loves snow more than just about anything else. I should never have allowed her to watch “The Secret” (and since she’s obviously running the Universe now, I wish she loved money this much).
The dog was in stealth mode at the park today. There is a very thin, but incredibly hard, crust on top of the snow left in the field, and when we were walking along on top of it, we heard a very quiet, “ShaaaaaWIIIIIIISH!” as all the soft snow under the crisp top layer fell […]
Meet Ringo! He’s a 7-year-old American Bulldog hailing from Georgia and most recently Florida. I get to be Foster Mom to the little dude – he belongs to a very dear friend’s son, and he fits right in with our weird little pack of all-sorts.
Tricksy spent the entire morning chasing one old cat or the other, and wrestling the dog. As I write this, all of the animals are asleep in the same room, at the same time. Things could go to hell in a hand-basket in very short order. Hopefully, I’ll post again tomorrow… Random Song for-the-Day: “Hold […]
I’m dog-sitting Louie da Boss’ baby… in the daylight she’s a happy, yappy little thing that loves to wrestle with Kaylee, who has about 100 pounds on her. Coda also guards the parking lot against all things noisy, going so far as to sneak under the gate whenever my back is turned, to expand her […]
There’s something wonderful about winter walks with the dog – especially on a Sunday afternoon, when it seems like no one else in the city is out and about. We almost always go to the same place every time – a field across from a ball diamond just a few blocks from home. We usually […]
So, the Mini-Van Saga is finally over…. and it turned out to be a trilogy, at that. I was originally going to be leasing The Fly-Mobile, so-named because it was The Fly-Girl’s ride, and she wanted to get rid of it. I liked that mini-van. Turns out, the Fly-Girl did, too, and decided to keep […]
Ain’t I Angelic… “looking”? Ah, yes, appearances can be deceiving, though, can’t they? The dog knows differently, you can tell by the look on her face. This picture was taken by my father in 1971. I would have been around 5 at the time. The dog (her name was Goldie), was 4, and I think […]
Kyla came home from school yesterday with her book order: her very own copy of A Bridge to Terabithia. She’s read school copies several times already, and seen the movie in the theater three times now. She rushed in at 3:30, dropped the book in my hands, and rushed back out to her babysitting job. […]