I Guess Spring Is Here: It Arrived At 0340 Sunday Morning With A Set Of Sharp Toenails.
Nothing says SPRING quite like a gentle, nocturnal thunderstorm. That first rumble of thunder is followed by a very tense Shetland Sheep Dog (*Sheltie*) named Stormy (rather inappropriately named, I might add) trying to claw me to death in an … Continue reading →