Looking out my Backdoor: Well, change my mind!


Last updated 5/12/2022 at 11:07am

Two weeks ago, a shepherd dog running full speed body slammed into my knee. Maiming me was not Chebella’s intent. She was fleeing from my Lolita, half her size, but in full protect-my-mistress mode. Size means nothing in dog world. Lola still quivers, after all these months, when Snowball, an ancient, tottering mini-poodle, growls when we walk past her people.

No bones were broken. The doc sent me home to bed and chair. The first week flowed rather smoothly. Leo showed up every morning to make me coffee and water my extensive garden. I don’t realize how extensive my garden has become...

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