Hank

Oct 26, 2009
Over the weekend, Donald and I plopped Charlotte in a pouch and released the hound and walked to my folks’ place for a waffle breakfast.  Whenever this happens, the dogs receive whatever waffles are leftover after breakfast.  It’s a nice treat →MORE...

Oct 23, 2009
It used to be that when we took our afternoon walk, I snapped about fifty billion pictures of Hank.  Look at Hank running!  Look at Hank running some more!  Look at Hank sniffing that other dog’s butt! After the baby was →MORE...

For awhile, I lost the camera that I was using to take simple daily snapshots of our lives.  Since I rediscovered it this past week in a drawer, I thought it was time for the next chapter of those twinkling, trivial, →MORE...

Aug 27, 2009
I am scrubbing a coffee mug, watching from my kitchen window as the world wakes up and the birds flit about.  My dog walks into my view and poops.  THIS IS MY LIFE, I sigh.  Then I hang my head out →MORE...