My dog is missing a toe.
His name is The Roc. He’s a tough, old miniature pinscher. He didn’t lose his toe through any fault of his own.
You see, I adopted him a few years ago. And for as long as I’ve had him one of his toes has given him problems. Eventually an infection popped up and our vet thought it would be for the best to remove the toe.
What started out as a simple surgery turned into a maelstrom of problems. Continue reading
Kate and I have some new neighbors. They moved into the apartment next to us a few days ago.
We never really got to know the previous occupants. So Kate decided she would bake some cookies for these new folks across the hall.
I was lucky enough to get to try her prototypes. She went all out, using our new blender to make a special recipe from scratch. So so good.
For 3 days we knocked on their door. In the afternoon and in the evening. Multiple times.
The new neighbors never answered the door. Continue reading