Rolo likes dead things.
He likes to help things become dead. Like marmots and mice, which he stalks in the orchard and swallows whole. It’s really sick.
When time allows, I really do enjoy cooking and baking.
This morning I slept in a little bit and woke up with Rolo cuddled up close to me, as though he knew I was alone in a big empty bed and would like some company.
As you can see, at a very young age I mastered the fine art of relaxation: a comfy couch, a good book, my favourite blankie and some soft pillows.
Today as I made my daily march to the post office, something on the ground caught mine eyes. There were four patches of dog poop smeared into the sidewalk.
If you happen to read my dear friend, Jen’s, blog, you may have seen the rather incriminating photo of me she posted a few days ago. Now, I have always been one to play fair.