Rory, Do.G.

Three years ago today, I picked up my dog Rory. It’s our dog-a-versary, if you will. I often joke that Rory is getting her Ph.D. in Puppyhood Studies with an emphasis on breed and a cognate in squeak toys. She’s a high-strung little muppet and sometimes a hassle, but I can’t quantify how much she … Continue reading