It’s On

I have gin and tonic sitting on my guest bed, which can only mean one thing: Finny’s coming for a visit. It is once again time for the Finny/Donk annual weekend of hijinks and cocktails. (Year 5!) And if history has anything to say about it:   Santa Fe S...

Beet the Heat

I had dinner at Salt in Boulder on Saturday. The food was excellent — but again, truly the experience was made by the service. The bartenders in the downstairs cellar bar were hilariously sweet. The waitress at our patio dinner table was exceptional. The food...

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My friends in Phoenix are melting. And, surprise, surprise, nary a soul is happy to hear I’m blogging from my patio, in the shade, sipping a milkshake with the world’s cutest dog at my feet. I’m a wee bit smug pleased this is the first summer I can...

Not a Fan of the Rectal Thermometer

Nelson woke up with goopy eyes this week. I needed to get him in to his first vet visit for a rabies shot and a couple other checks anyway. But the eyes. Oh, man. This dog in any sort of discomfort is already breaking my heart. Thankfully, he’s got an incredible...