My husband and I left Pepper and Daisy at home when we went out to dinner a few nights ago. Daisy stayed in her crate – against her will – because she is a puppy and likely to get into…
Pepper and Daisy
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On a strangely warm morning in January, Pepper and Daisy and I puttered around the yard before the torrential rains came. The hairy bittercress had sent up its small, sturdy, white-flowering stalks in various locations. The tiny blue blossoms of…
When God, the universe, and a small puppy knock you off your feet so completely that you break both ankles, it feels kind-of personal. In an Old Testament kind of way. An invisible match still burns the toes on my…