Meet Duke. He is tiny. He is adorable. He wears a vest. He has three legs. And, so far, he hates me.
No, he is not my dog or our dog. Duke is my parents newest addition.
I hope he doesn’t hate me forever.
[...] the internet world about. Thursday evening on the other hand was pretty sweet. Prior to meeting Duke, I met up with some girl friends for a run. We did 5 or so miles, no watches, no goals, no pace, [...]
[...] Then I wrapped myself in layers and layers of warm things and curled up by the fireplace with Duke. Eventually, I was able to at least eat some Cheerios and [...]
[...] house, I used all of their hot water, drank some chocolate milk and snuggled on the couch with Duke for the rest of the [...]
[...] course hanging with my Ps is a highlight of going to their house, but hanging with Duke is also a highlight. He is so freaking cute. His favorite spot in the back yard is on this patch of [...]
[...] and I planned to have my Mom and Duke over for dinner since my Dad is out-of-town. On the menu was Heirloom Tomato and Peach Salad with [...]