My buddy is seventeen. I don't usually blog or air personal things, besides dreams and poetry. Shiner had dislocated a hip in August, and the vet said he was too old for surgery, and that even young dogs only had a 10% full recovery rate after a hip dislocation. Been a bit of an ordeal, but after the lost lung, slipped disc, two bouts of Lyme's disease, several fungal infections, and allergies, nothing we couldn't handle. He's made a full recovery and is running like Ricky Bobby again. Funny what a little magic and a lot of love can do. Honorable mention: it's Elvis's & BOWIE's birthdays too.
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Available as an ebook, soon to be released in paperback, Pottsgrove Manor and Saint Michael's Cemetery is another Pennsylvania picture...
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Sleep, it used to be every other day twice as much, the same went for dreams. Seems with Fall came every three days thrice as much. First,...
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Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...