Maggie Starling August 18, 1993-November 23, 2007

This is what a dingo looks like after a long night of milkbones and squeaky woobie toys. (Note the stuffing and squeaker appendectomy to the right.) I’m THIS close to having an intervention with her.

I can’t get my mail because my postman isn’t an ambi-turner. No, really. It’s true. He can’t turn left. At least not at my mailbox. We moved into our new home in August. After two weeks of receiving our mail, our postman left a note in our mail box to call the post office. After […]