Puppy Love, Again
I’ve been afraid of dogs for as long as I can remember. Still am, if truth be told, except for a few dogs and only after careful observation of their behavior. I was 18 the first time I met a dog that...
View ArticleThe Road to Arkansas and Back, Part 2
Monday morning is very foggy but Mark arrived and we grabbed the complimentary wall of carbohydrates, err, I mean the complimentary breakfast before hitting the road to Get Stuff Done. First up was...
View ArticleThe Road to Arkansas and Back, Part 3
I groggily woke at 8:30 to grab the free breakfast before it closed down at nine and fixed a plate for Naughty Bear since he was moving too slowly to get it himself. I’m nothing if not thrifty and...
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