Good boy!

Last night, Mr. Whiskey was grunting at me (to get my attention) as he was sitting by the screen door. I looked at him, and asked, “Do you have to go potty, baby?” He immediately began “dancing”-his ‘potty dance.’ Walking toward the door, I said; “Baby, it’s raining hard outside!” I thought he would recognizeContinue reading “Good boy!”

“Dreaming With My Eyes Wide Open”

I rarely remember my dreams; although I once was able to recall at least one the next morning. I could remember with lucidity the one or two that garnered the most feelings—I would recollect the smells, details about the sights, and more importantly how I would feel in the delusion. This morning; I awoke suddenly,Continue reading ““Dreaming With My Eyes Wide Open””