This will be the first time I’ve seen Beck live and I imagine I will want to fold him up and take him home in my pocket.
In a previous life Marlo was a fish. Or a golden retriever. Or Jacques Cousteau.
In preparation for the portraits where she is seen repeating over and again, “MARLO. MARLO. MARLO!!”
Any major theme park is going to have a hard time impressing Marlo after the the party we threw when the lights went out.
The dogs fur coats are so confused: to shed or not to shed?
Deceptively beautiful Kryptonite hanging from a tree. I can no longer lift cars or stop moving trains or seduce Lois Lane.
This week’s link roundup.
A zoology lesson with the preschooler while the fourth-grader was at piano lessons.
The rare occasion when I would recommend you ruin your life with a Miniature Australian Shepherd.
Seasonal allergies are getting the full blame for this, and when they send me hate mail I will publish it.