“Now, Amanda, I don’t want you to tell Mom about the birthday present for her that you just saw me hide in the cupboard, OK?” Dad explained to me, his four year old daughter.
Steve turns 23 on the 23rd of this month, which just happens to be tomorrow.
Rolo likes dead things.
He likes to help things become dead. Like marmots and mice, which he stalks in the orchard and swallows whole. It’s really sick.
When time allows, I really do enjoy cooking and baking.
This morning I slept in a little bit and woke up with Rolo cuddled up close to me, as though he knew I was alone in a big empty bed and would like some company.
As you can see, at a very young age I mastered the fine art of relaxation: a comfy couch, a good book, my favourite blankie and some soft pillows.
Today as I made my daily march to the post office, something on the ground caught mine eyes. There were four patches of dog poop smeared into the sidewalk.