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The quick snowstorm with its giant fluffy flakes took a toll on the newest and littlest arrival from friends, a recently weaned bum Icelandic lamb named Moses. He was the only one without a mother nursing him and knowing to … Continue reading
Me in a light pool in the dark with a Jack Russell on my feet, the breathing of children who have sneakily fallen asleep on the guest bed, and many months of QuickBooks bank statement reconciliation under my belt. Wrapped … Continue reading
Kind of looks like a panda, doesn’t she?
Words. Who needs’em? Two weeks. Two weeks.
Sixteen years ago Dusan got Bebe, daughter of Sam the Poet. A calm Jack Russell is a gift not to be taken lightly and we kept one of her daughters so that we could keep the line going. Five years … Continue reading