Ode To FurButt

The alarm goes off. It’s early. But she likes to get out there before the sun rises. With sweats over pjs, I open the bedroom door. She’s there. Of course. Tail wagging fiercely. Of course. Fiercely, in love. With me. I’m her Person, Husband says frequently. I think he’s right. During our day, she’s neverContinue reading “Ode To FurButt”

My Favorite Things

I remember Julie Andrews’ singing  “raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens… bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens”  When I was a kid, I loved The Sound Of Music. I’m not a kid anymore and I still do. … brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite thingsContinue reading “My Favorite Things”