Today is a rainy cold dark day, the dying shreds of Hurricane Somethingorother. I took Sage for a walk in the rain- because no crazy tied up neighbor dogs would be out waiting to cuss us out. I did not put on his prong collar, since no one was out the flat martingale would do [...]
Archive for November, 2009
Sage’s tongue was out the side, his breath was cloudy, but his face radiated joy.