Insecurities I like to consider myself a tough dog. Not much scares me, though some would say I’m jumpy. Perhaps, but mostly I think I’m pretty tough. Or as Gretchen likes to say, gnarly. I’ve heard her use that word…
Milking It The good thing about having an injury (sliced my paw yesterday) is that everyone has sympathy for me. I never realized how good sympathy can feel, but today when Gretchen strapped on my one black boot and forced…