2025 marks my twelfth new year. New Year’s Eve is pretty much a non-event around my house. Dad goes to bed, and I sit with Mom on the sofa while we watch a shiny ball fall down a tower. I wonder what happens to it when it reaches the ground. I wish I could chase…
Do you smell that? It smells like the holidays. I have a pretty good sniffer, you know. I make sure I inspect every bush, tree, and rock on my walks with Mom. She tries to hurry me along, but I’m not having it. I want to see if I know anyone who’s been to the…
