Mud season

‘Tis the season where I have to towel off Gaby’s feet before letting her in the house. Except today we awoke to rain, which added in with temps above freezing for several days in a row and the resulting thaw and someone named Gaby’s overwhelming desire to bury something… MUD. I mean, paws like snowshoes Read More …

Different dogs

T-storms last night and this morning. Rumbles. King would have been pacing, pawing me, trying to climb onto the bed. He hated thunder. Over the last few years, he even grew restless as the pressure changed. Gaby…sleeps. Unless it rumbles hard enough to rattle the house, she pretty much ignores storms. It’s strange, getting used Read More …