I didn’t post yesterday as I spent most of the day outside with dogs and fat tire bike and horseback riding, taking advantage of a windless, winter day before the arctic blast of today. Today will be a housecleaning and writing day. But, oh, yesterday…
This is the time of year
For reading
And snuggling
And writing
And hot cocoa
And peppermint schnapps
And sitting by a fire…
I have a post on Vision and Verb today about an unfortunate turn of events while I was on vacation. I ended up coming home two days early. But everyone is safe. Just a wee bit stressed out. Isn’t that what vacations are for? Before things turned to $#!+, I did get a few good…
I’m a little embarrassed about yesterday’s post. I’m a quiet, private kind of girl. A Zen dog — the kind of dog that Maery needs. Latte on the other hand is a Zany dog. She and Maery are a bit too alike to be good for each other in large doses. The whole bathroom thing…
Here is another side of the story about my first day in the enchanted woods that I left out of my previous post. Java, poor girl, dragged up north to lay around waiting for me to take her out to explore. Sitting at the cabin’s small dining table, with its wooden chairs that are too…
“No dog has ever said a word, but that doesn’t mean they live outside the world of speech. They listen acutely. They wait to hear a term—biscuit, walk—and an inflection they know… To choose to live with a dog is to agree to participate in a long process of interpretation—a mutual agreement, though the human…
