It’s Saturday morning and as I sit down to write… the house is still quiet. Liz is up but still in “stealth mode” and the kids haven’t yet stirred. No telling when that will change. Pollux, surprisingly is not feverishly wagging his tail and staring deep into our eyes… his way of telling us “It’s time for a walk!”
If I can hear one thing… it’s via anticipation and it’s your voice… yes you.
“Has he fallen off his rocker!? It’s not thanksgiving… either in Canada OR the US!”Continue reading