Early in his life, before he grew to loathe other dogs, our mutt had all the makings of a benign dictator-in-waiting.
He made liberal claims to territory, marking anything that crested the lofty height of three inches as his own.
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Monthly Archives: December 2013
Brought to you by the number 7
When I was in kindergarten, I used to knit in the school playground. This lasted about a week, until the teacher on duty told me knitting needles were dangerous and I was not to bring them to school anymore. I was baffled; despite what the name implies, my needles were flimsy plastic ones and utterly blunt. I complied, nonetheless, and I never did finish that scarf.
How the light gets in 