He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds. And when I’m awake, or awake enough he turns upside down, his four paws in the air and his eyes dark and fervent. “Tell me you love me,” he says. “Tell me again.” Could there be a sweeter…
Percy [One] Our new dog, named for the beloved poet, Ate a book which unfortunately we had Left unguarded. Fortunately it was the Bhagavad Gita, Of which many copies are available. Every day now, as Percy grows Into the beauty of his life, we touch His wild, curly head and…
