Do not be anxious about anything
At my command, Freya trotted into the basement shower. Usually, we bathe the dogs around the first of the month and let them dry on the deck. But since New Years, it’s been either too cold or wet outside, until this past Saturday. If given a choice, Freya would rather...First snow of the season and on being indispensable
It began gently before sunrise on Saturday morning, a cold, steady flow of fine flakes—the season’s first snow. I let Freya out to do her business and bark at the deer foraging in the forest. At daylight, she came back looking like an Iditarod sled-race dog, her fur...Winter is coming
Half or fully dead trees hit the gravel with a crack, temporarily blocking access to our driveway. Today, Keith and I took down a few trees and cut them into firewood. Our efforts were pre-emptive and practical because “winter is coming.” People familiar with Game of...What About Those Rolling Stones?
Rain showers punctuated the day, and last night wind ushered in a cold front. Acorns and small branches battered the outside deck like gunfire. Our two large dogs huddled in the basement man cave while Keith and I watched Ghost Story, the 1981 film starring Fred...Three Dog Tales
Remember me? My name is Pullo, but it used to be The Abandoned Dog Who Showed Up At Kim and Margaret’s Farm. Kim is Keith’s brother, and Carole wrote about me and took my picture when she and Keith found me while visiting Kim and Margaret back in August. I’m a German...Meet Carole
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