I got up this morning the second time Sherman poked his snoggy pink snout into my shoulder. He’ll go away once: it’s like snooze for mutts, but when he comes back and nudges me another time with his nose I know he’s feeling quite serious about wanting to go out. I put the speckled one…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
A Date With My Kobo
Sheesh. Lately I feel a bit like an advertisement for the Chapters companies. Rest assured, readers, Chapters has no idea I exist beyond the emails they send me way too often promoting a new e-book they’d like to sell me. I do not make a dime in revenue from Blue Speckled Pup –not to say…
Blue Speckled Pup 