I Have Devolved

this doggie dying biz got me discombobulated . . .

When we had bunnies, Lola watching through sliding glass door.

I thought I could craft art from doggie dying misery.

But lately I’m devolving into a gritty blog spill of mundane observations about my dreary pee-wringing existence as a dog caretaker. My two old dogs, both near twenty, adopted as a sister pair ten years ago, are lollygagging at the gates…