"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
Oh, looks like Big Puppy’s already HAD some! 🙂 So cute! Hope you and yours are full of food and love today!
On November 26, 2010 at 9:35 am
My ever-so-helpful doggette licked all the food pieces from the dishes for me so I could put them in the dishwasher.
On November 26, 2010 at 10:18 am
She looks so peaceful and content.
On November 26, 2010 at 11:38 am
He looks like I feel this morning.
On November 26, 2010 at 1:05 pm
I have two cats who don’t like meat or fowl scraps. About the only people food that they will eat [drink] is tuna “juice”. Must be nice to have a dog or two who will clean up table scraps.
On November 27, 2010 at 12:19 am
On November 29, 2010 at 11:13 am