Ruth Clark: Here in Hereford — The Archer on Sam’s Table
Because we have the archer, I always arise about the same time to walk him. He lies patient and silent in his crate as I dress in the big room, … Continue reading
March 29, 2018 · Leave a comment
Arlene Weiner: I’m Vick’s Dog
We’re bred to fight, fed to fight, blooded, trained to fight, hold on tight till victory and if we’re chained, some hanged or brained who don’t have heart enough, … Continue reading
June 17, 2016 · Leave a comment
