I’ve started calling my pets my co-workers and my son my new personal assistant. I’m sure I’m not the only one. In my attempt to keep Mr. C on track and off the computer as much as possible, I’m assigning him all sorts of bizarre tasks while I work at our dining room table. I’m... Continue Reading →
If hobbits were dogs
When Mr. C was 18-months old, we picked out a puppy. Before the big day, I made arrangements with the woman on the phone, telling her that I wanted one of the females – I wasn’t interested in the male. A few hours later, we sat in the grass as puppies frolicked about. They were... Continue Reading →
The cat in the backpack
Once upon a time, a mom embarked on an adventure with her son, their two corgis, and Jasper - the cat in the backpack. They traveled by car from Upstate New York to Western Washington over the course of three weeks. They visited amazing places, slept in random motels, ate whatever they could forage along... Continue Reading →