I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. W. Dayton Wedgefarth

I am sitting at my desk a lot this week I have a packet of work due Monday so little time for posting. My constant companions. Cocoa at my feet

and the doves on the other side of the wall.

The Writing Nag