She can run like the wind, especially when in pursuit of a squirrel, and trots along effortlessly with me on three-mile runs with no real need for the collar she wears or the leash I carry rolled up in one hand. She always seems singularly unimpressed by neighborhood dogs we see that s...
dash the children of your enemies against rocks, slaughter away, keep women quiet… these stories make my blood curl. I feel like that old lady who stands on top of a stool with a broom in her hand trying to squash nasty mice.