The Small Dog Despairs…

Sometimes…well, okay, often, I despair of my two-legs, I really do. She is so proud of how well we communicate, but what she really means is that while I understand loads of her language, not just smells and body language, but words too… she can pretty much only understand a little bit of mine. Granted,Continue reading “The Small Dog Despairs…”

The Small Dog Plays Mother…

I’m a creature of habit, I have my routine, I know where she’s going, I know where she’s been, I don’t like her going out late, or at all, I’d rather she stayed home with me to play ball. * This morning she did things before she went out With stuff in the bathroom, thatContinue reading “The Small Dog Plays Mother…”