“Take my picture!” Sophie demanded first thing this morning. I really mean first thing. It was 6. Between the big girl bed and summer’s approach, there will be no more sleeping in — not for a while, at least. Sophie was sitting on the floor next to Rosy, thumb in her mouth, rubbing the dog’s fur. […]

You know, for years (14 next month, that’s her birthday) Ray and I have half-joked that we’re going to clone our springer/retriever mix, Rosy. Rosy is the best dog in the entire world, and if you think I beat myself up over my Bad Mom status, you should hear the inner dialogue over what a crappy […]