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!”

If I never see your face again, I (DO) mind…

When picturing you, I should not care what others see in my heart. Instead, I should choose to see my view. Moments before we met; at me, you flashed that irresistible smile. It was so genuine that I don’t believe I can ever forget. This may seem as if I am feeling too much forContinue reading “If I never see your face again, I (DO) mind…”