Tag: Boz and Gracie
Saying Goodnight, and Goodbye to My Gracie
Each night, when I call it a night, I canvass the main floor for any lights left on or doors unlocked. I check the...
Little Buddy, Big Heart: Remembering Boz
I first met Boz when he was age two and living in a south Seattle neighborhood. I immediately ascertained no cul de sac or chain-link...
Spring in My Step: Putting Hibernation to Bed
Fresh start: honeycomb, pea vines, and a little luck...The robins, crows, tree frogs and barred owls, raucous little alarm clocks that they are, have sounded...
Early Deep Freeze: More Photos, Fewer Words
I'm a wee bit stuck these days; distractions are aplenty, and focus is just a setting on my camera. So I will dispense with...
Bulldog Santa: Boz Is Quite the Card
My handsome little bulldog Santa, Boz
Christmas came early when my friend Rondi dropped by yesterday to hand deliver her latest Christmas card design featuring...
The Day Boz Re-Purposed the Stoop
Boz and the stoop in drier times
Bulldogs Will Be Bulldogs...
There is a fine line between lazy and smart; doing less to get more is...
The Kindness of Strangers 101
Mt Rainier and Point Robinson Lighthouse on a clear day.
Have I mentioned I live on an island? Make no mistake, the little marker in...
Greenhouse Construction Update: Supervisors Found Sleeping on the Job
Boz found sleeping on the job
I joked with a friend this week, that it took Noah less time to build an ark then it...
Boz the Bulldog: Master and Commander
If I ignore Boz, he makes his case up close and personal.
Make no mistake, in this household I serve at the pleasure of my...
Tall Clover Chronicles: Boz Takes the Cake
After a determined lawn-to-chair-to-table climb, Boz ponders the absence of food (and his next move).
Much like Charlie Brown putting his trust in Lucy to...
