The gummy bears are missing. I don't know. She looks like a prime suspect.
Where did they go?
Dixie looks like she is daring me to take my chair back. I call it her sassy entitled look.
A moment
Before Dixie, I had a little Pitbull named Phoebe (there is a blog about her). She was an exceptional dog. She died from cancer, and I was heartbroken. I decided to put a gravestone where I buried her ashes. I wanted to see it from my office and bedrooms. It is in a particular, out-of-the-way... Continue Reading →
Playing strawberry catch
I wanted to teach Dixie to catch a frisbee from virtually the day I got her (nothing wrong with aspirations). Knowing she could not go from zero to frisbee queen overnight left me to devise a plan. I had to start somewhere, so I started with to start with small pieces of strawberries. Image by... Continue Reading →
Dixie the Pony Dog 