Why, hello Jones! On most days, he’s a ninja. Sometimes, my shadow, a receipt shredder, a little fox, and sometimes a chameleon (our floors are white!). Oh, and sometimes, he can make himself appear like… a loaf. And when he … Continue reading
I try. But over the years, it’s been my frustration to have so many awesome imagery going through my head which turn into lopsided stick people when I put it on paper. Not like there’s anything wrong with drawing stick … Continue reading
Of course we’ve trained him not to do it, but just sometimes Jones gets hopeful. Our dining table has a thick slab of chunky wood, making it just a wee bit higher than most. And for a small dog like … Continue reading
When my husband first took our dog Jones to his first grooming session, he was typically tied with a short leash on top of a table to prevent him from jumping. He was stiff and frightened. Then Jones meets Desmond … Continue reading
A few days ago, I saw Jones staring intently at the floor, with his paws making tiny movements. It was when I bent down to see what he was concentrating on that I realized he made a new friend.
Checking messages.
