animal caretaking

That Mother

I hate being called out. Gordy actually knows this about me and, while that knowledge doesn’t stop him from doing it,

I joined a writers group. I am not entirely certain about this. It is a difficult thing figuring out the

Molly is a little bit afraid of the thunder. I know this because a storm scuttles in the distance causing

I don’t know you and, your god willing, you will never know me. Twelve years ago you brought a pup

I am an interpreter of a language of small things. There are some days when this is mostly all of

We are less than a week away from leaving on what will be the first big trip we have taken

Daya comes from a farm about half a mile or so away from us. Of course, we didn’t know that

I talk about this always, to anyone who asks about the maremmas — they are not guard dogs; they are

Marco, Sophie and Giada are Maremma Sheepdogs, a breed originating in the Abruzzo region of Italy for the purpose of

Today almost kicked my butt. In my defense, it had a head start. Last Night. Gordy left last night for

I want the barn to be done. Done, as in moved in, lived in. Done. It is not that kind

Petit Filou. It’s French for, as best I know, “little rascal” or “little trickster”. It is the name given to a