In what most would consider the middle of the night, Jolene goes off like one of those alarm clocks with twin bell ringers on top. She wakes up early and with a hunger none of us can survive. Mister would never say no to a meal, but he does like to lounge a bit. Like … Read more
I do not know how long I will survive Jolene’s social life. She thinks I’m her chauffeur. Probably right. Last Friday, we went to Pub Dog Class. I put a clean shirt on and grabbed her harness. She was really fussy and even faux-limped. It was fine the day before when we went to test … Read more
Jolene would like you to believe she is very mature for her age. And by that she means listening bores her. She already knows everything. Unburdened by rules, she is a free spirit. She will let her freak flag fly. Is she just like me or what? Nostalgic, I thought about when I was certain … Read more