I’ve been enjoying a lovely summer visit to the Smoky Mountains this week. A lovely wet visit. It rained nonstop for five days. Can you say mountain mud? My shoes are caked in it. But rain or shine, the dog must go out. And since this is the inaugural and introductory trip to our special mountain ...
It’s a Rocky Road!
Call me a marshmallow. I guess I am when it comes to my little furry friends. Take Rocky, for instance. He’s not even my dog (he belongs to my daughter, pictured left), but the poor little guy is so needy, I can’t help but sympathize. He was recently whining in pain from a slipped disc, so to ...