Greetings from the Inland Empire where oddly I got very in touch with my Southern roots.
In honor of the man who broke the baseball color line.
Occasionally I like to reassure you that sometimes I pay attention to my dogs. This is one of those instances.
Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.
The spunk did not fall far from the tree with this one.
Tennis balls: when farm animals are forced to live in suburban homes.
A beauty far different from that which I find at home.
Yet another first for my child who is drawn to books and art and writing elaborate fictional stories in a summer replete with physically breaking free.
Sharing my wardrobe for the health of my pets. It’s the least I could do.
Don’t ever say that I don’t read my feedback or suggestions, and can I just say, you guys are always spot on with your suggestions.