Moving On

I just remembered it’s Thursday, my blog day. Sitting in our empty house, in the dining room where Griffy peed all over the floor when it was just plywood and studs and we’d gone away for a few weeks (our poor cat-sitters…). Mowat’s beside me,...

Happy Dog Day

I’ve been thinking about Oliver lately. I think this is because I’ve been digging through my files, cleaning up and clearing out, and stumbling across photographs (which, as advised in The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, I then put into a box to be sorted through...

Bad Dogs

Last week, J. tells me, he and Mowat were out on the trail behind our house with a few other dogs and dog owners. They were having a great time – the dogs, that is, the owners would have been hunched inside their down jackets, stamping their feet on the ground...