My son, Cody, was housesitting for friends who were vacationing in Europe. He also was watching their five dogs, who are the most privileged furballs on the face of the Earth. Before jetting off, our friends instructed Cody to call if there was a problem. Any problem at all. Call. Day or night. (I’m sure… Continue reading I Can’t Stop the Bleeding
Litter Analysis
This morning Glenn and I circle the neighborhood, walking (or dog-trotting) Hank and Nixon, and when we reach our house Glenn spots litter in our yard. He snags it, and it’s a Lowe’s receipt. But here’s the thing. He doesn’t wad it up in his fist until he can toss it in the trash can.… Continue reading Litter Analysis
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