Old Dog, Old Woman, Old Friends

It’s strange to think of summer, patios, and reading books in the sun, as I sit looking out at roof tops covered in our first snow of the winter. But that is exactly what is happening below the equator in summery New Zealand.

Once again, I am visiting my favourite dog. My son and his wife have left for 10 days to visit their youngest son who now lives in Brisbane in …

Old Dog, Old Woman, Old Friends

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