A Woman and Her Doggo

A familiar whining and whinging pulls me back from the dishwasher and my introverted thoughts. The slider door to the backyard is open but that doesn't really matter to Zach who instead of using this exit sits noisily by the French doors. "Zach, come on!" His behavior defies any explanation. I'll never know why the... Continue Reading →

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