All wet.
Doughty’s First Fire
Yesterday I took Doughty out back for her morning constitutional, as usual. It was dark and foggy and chilly. There was a tinge of smoke in the air and I assumed one of the neighbors had stoked the fireplace the evening before to celebrate the arrival of the Fall chill. Doughty did her thing,...
Fresh Fender Ding
Sometime in the last two and half hours, somebody stopped by and left a ding, a scratch, and a tire smudge behind. Didn’t leave a note. Must have been an oversight.
