The day started at 4:00 am when Sally’s cold nose sniffed my eyelid. It was an interesting, if not terrifying way to be startled from sleep. I lifted the blanket,...Read More

Sally has some interesting idiosyncrasies—to say the least. She won’t eat out of a bowl, and her food has to be poured out in a relatively straight line on a...Read More

Sneaking down the stairs, I tip toe, stepping over the one stair that creaks, trying to make sure Eli and Sally don’t hear where I am going. I stop at...Read More

Sally naughty? No way! Maybe a little hard of hearing when she is being called but never naughty. That was my belief until an article titled The 10 Naughtiest Dog...Read More

Walking outside, I paused and let the sun warm my face. This would be a great place for an hour of Sally writing. I gathered my laptop, cell phone, pen,...Read More