Does the title sound like a Dr. Seuss book? I confess, the hat part I threw in just because.
Winter: a distant thought on this brilliant fall day in Maryland. Indeed I cringe at the thought of icy roads.
Being Bridget. The Blond Bomber disaster-on-four-legs, accident-waiting-to happen has done it again.
Now why is my husband standing there like he is about ready to walk off? Well, this is a key human behavior I teach in my classes, to help dogs learn successful recalls.