Raven can do this with her toy. Pippin can do this with her tongue. This is where Luigi put his biggest ball yesterday. Up on this table! The wheels in Raven go ’round and ’round … ’round and ’round … … Continue reading
Category Archives: Raven
Yesterday, I was bent over Lilian petting her pointy little head, when she hauled that load of bricks back at warp speed and slammed it right through my brain. I would have taken a picture of that, but I was … Continue reading
Raven worked the crowd Sunday. She really laid it on thick. Though she didn’t fool Tank, the Doberboy, who dropped by. Raven has a way of wrapping a human around her finger. How do you think I fell for her? … Continue reading
One night late last week, I was ready to shut my eyes and go to sleep, when I heard Annie’s bark. Rather demanding, might I say. She usually sleeps on the floor in the bedroom, so why I heard her … Continue reading
I have been getting the message that one of Raven’s favorite toys is getting well worn. Leissl inspected it after laying it atop a border rock. Then Raven took it over again and frankly, it had been raining. And when … Continue reading