Mammal Monday: Wee Sherman

I typed up a fabulous cookie recipe on Sunday evening to be published Monday morning, and I forgot about Mammal Mondays. Crud. Today, I’m sharing one of the first photos I have on record of my sweet Sherman at eight weeks old. He’s hiding under the coffee table that used to hold up my tv,…

Hungry Like the Wolf

Life with a dog can be rather unsettling –for the stomach, that is. I was going to post about the depressing topography of my back yard, scattered with an impressive array of turds since the snow melted, but it snowed almost a foot today and the poop is hidden again. I can’t decide whether I…