Mommy-Doggy Time

Sitting in bed on Saturday morning, I look down at Mack, our seven-year-old blue heeler/chihuahua mix. He’s twisted into a “c” shape with all four feet in the air, head thrown back, snoring. We call this position “Dog of Pompeii.” I pet his belly, and…

Getting Figgy

The fig tree stood in the corner of my dining room, flopping its gangly branches against the wall. I was 95% sure where the smell was coming from. Despite my mother-in-law’s warning, Figgy needed to move outside. A gift from a friend and her lovely…