Sometimes, like deaths, these things come in threes.
First: Chatting with someone in the neighborhood about Pippin and his increased libido since he was neutered, I mentioned that he was particularly fond of our babysitter when she came over to watch the girls on Mother’s Day. I explained that the babysitter told us her dog was [...]
Ramblin’ Prose
A little bit of everything that doesn’t make sense to a rational parent
