Hat, mitts, leash and we're out the door into a rare and glinting winter's day. The dog, lumbering on stiff hips, snuffles the crusted snow, his graying muzzle a study in solemnity. … [Read more...] about To the beach, mid-winter
wordsmith, wanderer, friend to dogs
By Shelley Wood
Hat, mitts, leash and we're out the door into a rare and glinting winter's day. The dog, lumbering on stiff hips, snuffles the crusted snow, his graying muzzle a study in solemnity. … [Read more...] about To the beach, mid-winter