For those of you who’ve been wondering about the puppy…..
he’s still here.
Oh, and look at the back porch. Better known as “The Stairs of Death!” I beg people as they come in and leave, “PLEASE, for the love of all things good do not slip and bludgeon yourself to death on our weirdly swooped concrete stoop! Please!”
But, if you do. Don’t worry. We have a Preacher on the premises to pray over your bloody carcass……. he might even bury you in the back yard.