Where Do I Sit, or Just How Many Dogs Can Fit into the Kubota

I returned from my usual Turkey Creek hike last evening with Eleanor and Beatrice to find this photo from Megan. While Doc Randall and mum, better known as my parents, are traversing Tanzania and sending me elephant photos at every opportunity, their third-child-in-everything-but-genetics child Megan stays at the house. She feeds the dogs, feeds the horses, makes…

Dogs on Beds, or How Bob 2.0 Joined the Fray

As my birthday present to my mum, I decided to teach all of the dogs to sleep on the bed. Now, don’t get me wrong. Most of the dogs already slept on the bed. Ruby and Pearl had long marked their spots out, and Matti joined the fray when she decided that it was her…