Not just for the birds
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. -- James Joyce, Ulysses Related by blood both to Angus and Peat, Bloom, finally, like the spring, has arrived. It's amazing our capacity for forgetting. The sudden shift of frame a puppy brings: Peat's now the mature, even stately, one. I expected …
Midget Devil in action "This, too, shall pass." God, I certainly hope so. This will probably be our last puppy. Peat's not all bad. He's a puppy, doing puppy things. He's got limitless energy and limitless appetite for biting everything and everyone. He can shriek for 20 minutes straight at any time of day. He …