Observations

With apologies to Murakami, I had a dream that I was running. I was given a route to run by my boss, which is clearly my brain telling me that I need to

I don’t really know how a dog’s nose works with its brain, but our foster dog patrols our yard as if it has a map that tracks all of the smells.

I used to put pitted black olives on my fingers when I was a kid. There is a brand of olives that has an open hand with a black olive on each finger

I had a dream that my car was stolen from outside my house. It wasn’t this car and it wasn’t this house. It was a silver Bronco, but the old style

Velvet is a 7-year-old pointer/lab mix who is the perfect dog for these stay at home times. She will practice meditation and mindfulness alongside her new forever family. She doesn’t need