I am a creative sort. A dreamer. A dog who revels in the natural world, the seasons, and sticks at every opportunity. Luckily mama understands my nature and encourages me to constantly improve my stick-arranging-talent. So each day, we leave our apartment with two or three sticks to start. Sometimes I add to the arrangement,…
Grrr. That dreaded time that rolls around every year when the weather starts to get warmer, and the grass starts to get greener. HAIRECUT TIME. For many years I was handstripped by mama and dad – always retaining a bit of my signature scruff, but less, and shorter fuzz. In the last few years both…
