Upon rising this morning, to the noise of the cats reminding me I was late to feeding time, I'm trying to grasp the fact that the damn groundhog appears to be right. He crawled out of that hole in the ground and saw his shadow on February 2. 6 weeks later, snow will finish melting,… Continue reading Go ahead, admit it, he was right
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A cougar, bobcat, or loch ness monster sighting
As I mentioned before, my nose knows things. Last Friday was the last time I've been allowed to go outside alone in our front yard. This is serious stuff. Any dog will tell you, going for walks outside is important. And when my freedom to dash-out-the-front-door-without-the-leash moments stop, it's puzzling. I have an important job… Continue reading A cougar, bobcat, or loch ness monster sighting