Make the world stop and watch

On being in your element and feeding the collective

It’s 8:45am and I know that I could watch him for hours, mostly because I already have. A cup of coffee defrosts my hands as I watch the rogue little bandit that stole my heart rule his kingdom with the opposite of an iron fist.

Olly, my foster-fail poodle, does this thing where he sits in center of the backyard and stares up at the sky. I used to ponde…