On March 2, 2014, I adopted this kid:
This is Emily.
She is a lab-corgi mix and she looks like an otter.
When I met her the first time at the animal shelter, I knew Emily was a Zen master. That’s why I named her Emily Dickinson, a poet I consider to be unbelievably wise even if she was a hermit.
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Last night, I woke up at 2:30 AM to strange male voices at the place I’m housesitting. I pulled the typical don’t-move-and-they-won’t-getcha-thing for about 5 minutes while I tried to parse out who in the hell could be in the house besides me and Sarah, the 17-year-old girl for whom I’m playing active guardian while her … Continue reading Telling Lies and Meeting Needs: The World’s Worst Bedfellows