It Started with a Dachshund Named Rudy

– my love for dogs, that is. My family moved from Northville to Stockbridge the same month I turned three years old. Needless to say, I don’t have too many ‘real’ memories of living in Northville. Actually, I can only think of three, and one of them is of petting a red dachshund named Rudy. … Continue reading It Started with a Dachshund Named Rudy →

The Dog on the Porch

So last Sunday on our way to our favorite breakfast diner, my other half (MOH) took a “short-cut” down a side street we wouldn’t normally take on our way into town. It was a very cold and drizzly morning and I caught a brief glimpse of a dog on a porch. Well, it wasn’t really … Continue reading The Dog on the Porch →