Life At Home

I used to think I was the one raising the animals. Which is funny, considering most of them have spent their lives looking at me like I am barely qualified to operate a front door. There is something humbling about being responsible for creatures who cannot speak English but still manage to communicate disappointment with…

I live with four animals, which means I technically live alone in the way a person “technically” owns the couch, the floor, the schedule, and any food item left unattended for longer than three seconds. There is Cash, my chocolate Lab and emotional support security system. Cash is loyal in a way that feels almost…