Fido
So, yesterday I sat down and wrote 1000 words about environmental action for a post I was going to put up to follow the last one. It was inspired writing! Pulitzer prize kinda' writing! Man, it was good. We were all going to read it and run out and join Sierra Club and buy a new electric car. That's how good it was. Then Riley and Camo left a gift at the front door and all of that seemed irrelevant. We live in the historic district of Leesburg, Virginia and we leave dog biscuits and water out for our four legged friends who come by as part of their daily walk with their owners. Every morning, whoever gets up first, heads out to change the water and make sure there are enough small and large Milk Bones in the box in front of the house to take care of our guests. (And it's only Milk Bones. We've tried the designer kinds, the ones you get at the Farmer's Market, and we could swear we have seen dogs turn up their noses at them. It's like...