I don’t think I’ve ever told you about the time Stella almost caught on fire, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. PTSD, much? Last summer, the city started doing some work to change out a traffic light on my corner. It was the kind of traffic light that sat on a kind of pedestal. The workers took the traffic light off of the pedestal and mounted it on a concrete block just a few feet away. But … Continue reading
Stella can be a real loon sometimes. I found her sleeping upside-down on the sofa the other day. All four of her little feet were in the air, and her head was splayed to one side. She lounges in this position frequently (she is not a lady), but I don’t usually see her doing it while she is asleep. I was tiptoeing around her to take pictures until I got right in front of her and realized that her eyes … Continue reading
Stella and I have settled into a routine that cracks me up. Every day, I take her out for a good dose of exercise. We run. We laugh. We dig in the dirt. And after we return home, Stella sits in her window. A few minutes later, she hops down onto the sofa and rubs herself on the cushions like a lunatic. She knocks over the pillows. She knocks over the blankets. She turns herself upside down and makes crazy … Continue reading