...if a dog bites me for that, I deserve it Well, kids, all goes well here at the old homestead. Of course, even tho Grace and I (and The Girls) just finished our dinner, our imaginary duplicates are spending the night in Tucumcari, New Mexico on their drive back from DogCon. We expect them home … Continue reading X Marks The Spot, Y Marks The Rover, Z Marks The Fido →