Maybarky

In and out. In and out. In and out. A day at home with the dogs means encouraging them to play outside as much as possible to sniff and explore and roam. Rain or shine when it’s not too cold, out they go. Ideally, this means they will actually sleep through the night and Stockton…

An Extraordinary Moment

My parents watch sci-fi shows. Always have. They banned my sister and I when we were kids, but occasionally would let us watch safe things on say PBS. We hid behind the couch or under blankets if scenes turned scary. Or avoid things in the house entirely like the alien book cover that still disturbs us….

Grass and Sass

It baffles me. We give it attention over the years and it gives us nothing, only a blank stare. In the tiniest plot of Mayberry, an irregular shaped spot lives like a soil cancer near our bushes, no grass will grow. Not even clover. I don’t lose sleep over it. It’s not critical, but I…

Two Welshies

Hello fantastic readers, Thank goodness for speech-to-text, we can’t type with these fuzzy paws. Remember when Susan’s white cane took over Adventures in Low Vision to announce it had started tweeting from @SusansWhiteCane? Well, guess what. We have an announcement, too. You will now be able to follow your two favorite terriorists on Instagram under…

Morning Routine

Sleepiness blankets my first minutes. No shower. No breakfast. Only time to realize a dog is up. I rush her outside in a stupor, a dreamy haze. I sit on the concrete steps and watch her sniff around the yard, tail wagging. Birds chirp in the trees. Commuters accelerate through Mayberry. The other dog will…