The woman wakes suddenly in the early hours of Sunday morning, a line of poetry running through her mind. She’d heard it clearly, just as if someone had leaned in close and whispered softly in her ear, “don't let grief then stay your hand.” Silence follows, broken only by the gentle breathing of the big… Continue reading NO LONGER AT MY SIDE BUT FOREVER IN MY HEART
It's been a while since I've written a post, so this week I'm treating you to a BUMPER issue with images of dogs up the wazoo! The Wild Oats Farmers Market in Sedgefield is among "The Top 10 markets in the world", right next door is the Mosaic Flea Market and the Scarab Village Arts… Continue reading THESE LITTLE DOGGIES WENT TO MARKET…
“Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life, they are less likely to bite than to bark, less likely to bark than to lick a hand in greeting. In spite of their size, they think they are lap dogs, and in… Continue reading 11 YEARS OLD TODAY
“Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life, they are less likely to bite than to bark, less likely to bark than to lick a hand in greeting. In spite of their size, they think they are lap dogs, and in… Continue reading Christmas in January
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