Pepper was bratting around the kitchen one cold day when I was trying to read. She couldn’t be content with anything – neither toy nor bone nor bed nor crate. I found myself equally out of sorts, though for a different reason. I put down the book I’d been reading. “You look perplexed. And angry,” Pepper observed. “I am perplexed. And angry,” I replied. I had made myself …
February 14, 2015
by jenniferpuryear