The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
Former police detective writes about life, death, and coffee.
My toaster died. Well, not "died" died. It has life in it. If you plug it in and turn it on it will power up. It's more like a bad case of dementia. More often than not it forgets to toast one side of the bread or just refuses to toast the sides equally with... Continue Reading →
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about dogs and people, and how they affect each other. Especially the ways both lives are changed when a dog and a person connect. I find myself comparing the two and wondering which one is the one to strive to be like. People or dogs? It was Blue's... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I look at Blue and wonder where he came from. The dog shelter said he was a stray, but couldn't tell us where he was picked up. They only had him for about a month or so when we adopted him and guessed his age at a year old. He was labeled as a... Continue Reading →
