Spring offers hope when little else can.
Like all good things, vacations eventually come to an end.
Today is a day many of us count our blessings, and I for one have many.
Molly had surgery. Kitten did this. And me? I did a few things also.
A short poem about dog walks in the fall.
Trauma healing is not for the weak, but even the strongest among us get tired.
Molly and I are headed to the vet tomorrow, and I’m afraid of what we’ll learn.
It’s that time again for my perturbed pets and their haughty hijinks!
It’s back! It’s We Hate You Wednesday!
My dear, sweet girl, we are quickly approaching the time when we will say good-bye to one another. Hard to believe we’ve lived together for six months; it seems like only yesterday I met the rescue group representative at their vet clinic to pick you up and bring you home. You were scared, but that […]