An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Nothing a baby wipe can’t take care of

My sister’s Beagle, Bo, who is staying with us for the next few days, he has walked underneath the kitchen table and is patiently standing by Leta’s dangling legs, hoping she drops a goldfish cracker. Leta: “Mama, Bo is looking at me.” Me: “He’s just…

October 25, 2007