Marsh Rose

August 29, 2017 A woman of her word is my landlady. When she adopted me she saw me for who I was, a blue-collar working dog. If I were...

August 23, 2017 It happens every year at this time. My landlady is barking: “Yo, dog, grapes to pick, eggplants to harvest, melons,...

August 16, 2017 My landlady has weird ideas about cats. She said she had a special treat for me. I’m thinking oh boy, oh boy, I’m getting...