Today was rainy, and Grenade (as dubbed by Micah), the street dog who is not our dog spent much of the day on our porch and in our garage. Eventually the heartless author of this blog and her heartless spouse put up chicken wire to block the low fence she was entering. She licked my hands while I did it and laid her face in the way. She was wet and smelly and very cute and she snuggled right up against me while I worked. We are truly the worst. I feel like the villain in a Disney movie.
