The Red Boot at the Bend
Paddling is beneath my dignity at fifteen, but I, Gus the German Shepherd, patrol the…
Paddling is beneath my dignity at fifteen, but I, Gus the German Shepherd, patrol the…
Within the glass canyons of the city, Kona, a fifteen year old greyhound, read the…
A hush rolled off the lake, and Moro, a fourteen-year-old Maremma Sheepdog, paused at the…
In the city that never naps, a fifteen year old Silken Windhound named Waffles ruled…
Beneath the violet hush of the valley, Brio, a thirteen-year-old Brittany, lifted his nose to…
Her whiskers trembled as Fleur, a fifteen year old Papillon, watched moonlight braid the river….