Something about Dogs

I have been working on my book like a fiend.  Like some little witch nestled away, brewing her magic.  Which doesn’t leave much time for very nearly anything at all. That being said, I was thinking about dogs the other day.  About what they mean for adventure and for life.  I was thinking about my …

Continue reading Something about Dogs

Must Love Dogs

I'm sitting on the mountaintop, my chest heaving with the exertion, my dog half dead beside me, poor thing, I forgot she had such tiny little legs compared to mine.  She doesn't seem to mind, though.  She crawls up onto my lap and licks at the tender skin that lines my wrist, her tongue crossing …

Continue reading Must Love Dogs