A Good Dog

Our dog is sick. We don’t even know what that means just yet, but we know she’s far from the spry days of her youth.

It might be cancer. It might just be old age. Fifteen years is a hell of a run for any dog. Look May right in the face, though, and you’ll see that she’s not done yet. Not by a long shot. Continue reading


Where There’s a Will, There’s a May

We’ve begun to take some pretty extreme measures to keep the dogs in line. Our latest innovation involves using the dining room chairs to block their access to the living room sofa when we’re not around.

I really don’t give May enough credit for her problem-solving skills, though. A sideways ottoman and a set of chairs isn’t an obstacle for May. It’s a challenge.