Happiness. It's relative.
Today was a better day with my new dog, Romy. I didn’t get head-butted putting on his leash. I can still feel the result of yesterday’s crash if I move my fingers along the bone under my eye but there’s no bruise. So it… Continue Reading “Dog Days”
I’m writing this standing up at the counter in the kitchen. My new dog, Romeo, known mostly at Romy, is sitting on the rug behind me waiting for me to recognize what a good boy he’s being by not attacking the very senior dog,… Continue Reading “Old Gal, Young Dog”