Tag Archives: Viola

To show there’s no hard feelings toward Quint stepping in occasionally as Patrol Sergeant, Tessa tolerated enjoyed a snuggle with Quint. Who wouldn’t on a thick, freshly washed fleecy blanket on a 90-plus degree summer afternoon? Viola, wouldn’t you like … Continue reading →

Our neighborhood is having noisy street maintenance work done all this week and Quint is SO over the sounds of pounding, scraping and trucks tooting their big, “hey, get out of my way” horns. We ended up making him a … Continue reading →

It’s Monday, or as I like to call it, another day of the week. All the days could be Mondays. Or Fridays if you’d rather. I know Mondays so let’s go with that. Today, like yesterday, Mom’s at work, Dad … Continue reading →