Measure Twice, Cut Once
Gone are the clean, crisp winter nights, under a blanket of snow.
One of the cutest things ever was when Ginger saw us packing to go to Barcelona, and she made it clear she wanted to go with us. She thought if she could look like a piece of clothing, we wouldn’t notice.
I wish I could be in the present moment as much as Ginger, who often sits as if she were a little Buddha.
No dog will ever compare with Rosie. I can only hope to bring as much joy into people’s hearts as she did.