Dudley was really not ready to go back in the house after our noon potty break, so I grabbed my notebook, popped a squat in the grass, and wrote this post longhand to give him a chance to lie in the sunshine. When he was ready to go back in, he came over into the shade, nudged my cheek with his nose, and flopped down beside me to patiently wait until I was done writing.
Shakesville is run as a safe space. First-time commenters: Please read Shakesville's Commenting Policy and Feminism 101 Section before commenting. We also do lots of in-thread moderation, so we ask that everyone read the entirety of any thread before commenting, to ensure compliance with any in-thread moderation. Thank you.
blog comments powered by Disqus