Thirteen years is a long time, but in this context it seems like the blink of an eye. It was that long ago that Mommy died. Time does not heal all wounds.
We live in the city so I'm always surprised at the wildlife issues we are confronted with. We live in area that is predominantly single family homes with yards.
I am the accounting department, you’d think I would have a firm grasp of this stuff. Well, more like my hand was in the vicinity and touching this concept.
I was thankful on Thanksgiving Day. Really, I was. Thankful for my family, my friends, my dogs, my home, my job and my health. And these were the blessings.
We went to a show and there were dogs. There were lots of dogs. There were young dogs. There were older dogs. There were dogs with signs. It was an awesome day!
Every year our neighborhood has a mass yard sale. We have never been able to participate before, despite all the decidedly yard-salable goods we have amassed.
It isn’t the performance of the stock market or Washington’s inability to reach kind of consensus, though I am certain those things weigh heavy on their minds.
As the holidays approach I enter the traditional state of heightened anxiety with an increased risk of depression. Sound like a public service announcement.
I heard the tell-tale heaving of a puppy’s stomach. I jumped to move Betty to the floor and she presented me with the contents of her stomach for Mother’s Day.
Edison said of his initial attempts to invent the light bulb I have not failed. I have tried 10,000 things that won’t work. I haven’t tried that many things.