First Damn Day

Maisie is resting beside me, her front paws and chin in my lap, her hind legs curled under her, with her tiny body pressed up to my legs. There is a fire in the wood stove and we are sitting on a brand new, whipped-cream colored sheepskin pelt, a decadent welcome home gift we have …

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Barks at Strangers (But Does Not Bite)

The list is piling up: wash and hang the laundry; weed the garden, the flower beds, the gravel drive; mow the lawn; scrape the peeling paint off the bathroom ceiling; practice (guitar, violin, vocals, piano...take your pick); evict the daddy long legs and other uninvited guests from the basement; clean the remnants of your cat’s life …