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 [...]

“…every single aspect of Jesse was soft clay, except that tiny sneering lip.”

…we have made a Sage-shaped space. He is happy and calm and safe.

…Crazy really DOES get you nothing?…