Old Gray Mary

My dogs just recently turned 11. I do not know how to calculate the “dog years” thing, but I know it’s old. Maybe it’s the gray hair on their backs, or the vet suggesting they do some “senior” bloodwork. Or perhaps it is the constant banter from strangers who often say, “Oh my goodness. Look…Read more »

Finnegan

  Three weeks ago, my friend was waiting outside of my place to pick me up for a belated birthday dinner. Yay. As I started to say goodbye to my dogs, I noticed one of them behaving in an odd fashion. Behavior that I had never seen before. His eyes were almost crossed. He was…Read more »