The Boy’s Club

Here we are at break of day, the wind howling outside, and all the males in the house are surrounding me on the couch. We are our own gang. Raebert the impossibly good and gentle Deerhound. Buster the impossibly cute Scotty, Elliott the impossibly discerning cat, and me the impossibly impossible one who pisses off the whole world and is still the chief of this particular tribe. And right now, precisely in the middle. See how that works?



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  1. Nice to see your better beings (I think you coined the term) are still alive. Tiffany enjoyed her fifteen minutes of fame at your blog, though she also enjoys the limelight she sometimes gets at our vet’s website’s “Wall of Fame.”

    Welcome back, Rob.

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