It was raining when we brought Oliver back from the vet on Friday. Adam took the carrier out of the car, pulled off his jacket, and draped it over said carrier. "I know I'm a dork," he said, "but I don't want him to get wet."
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups.