One day I (Sierra) was sitting at a coffee shop in Durango, Colorado talking to a stranger about his lovely husky (which made me think of Kodak). He told me all about her and her hilarious habits, including howling at her owner until he shared his food. She was thirteen years old and in her old age, she could get away with anything she wanted. I started gushing about my dear son, Ace (as I'm wont to do). I talked about his hilarious tail and how when he first decided he liked me, his tail started flying about in this crazy cyclone of black hair, knocking all the photos off my end table. I laughed and said, "I guess that's the thing about chow tails." And the man looked at me and said, "Sounds like you have a name for your book."
A blog is a good start.
-Sierra (for Sierra and Ace)
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