The Dog Ate My Sweet Potato Bread
Thursday, June 30th, 2011
My dog Oliver is turning five this month. That puts him at 35 dog years.
A few years ago, I still felt that Oliver’s acts of domestic destruction were charming. He was a fourteen-dog-year-old boy, after all. Bad behavior comes in that package. At least he wasn’t out riding motorcycles, his pockets full of weed. But now that he’s older, I’m ready to move on. Read More
