Once upon a time, my parents told me I was smart. Little did I know they were liars. I love interior design, as mentioned in this post about not being glamorous while sweating profusely. This little side passion hit me while I was living on a sailboat, about the time Pinterest became a thing. Suddenly at 28-years-old, I… Continue reading There Once Was a Lady with Three Dogs and One White Berber Rug
One morning as I was threw back the curtains to let in the glorious sunlight, I noticed a stain on Big White Berber Baby. The kind of stain you’ve been told not to eat should you find it in the snow. In a house covered in 80% wood flooring, one of my precious dogs chose to tinkle on… Continue reading White Berber Rugs: Where Dogs Leave Their Very Best
Much to my mother’s dismay, my first word was “doggy.” As a child I used to spend time in the puppy whelping box of our Labrador Retriever named Crackers, who we adopted from a family who bred her constantly. Crackers only let me near the puppies. I played with them often.
The untold story of the quick brown fox.