First post

I have a big and beautiful Squeaker dog. This blog is in his honor. We live our days together in downtown DC. When Squeak gets better, he can travel with me. Today I'm travelling alone. I came here, to Mary Ellen's house. She has a quiet corner all set up for Squeak. For when he's better. The prob with Squeak is that he got hit by a truck. That is a story for another time. For now, I'm just going to dedicate the blog to him. And Mary Ellen, too, in appreciation for her help--with the blog, with the Squeak, and with lotsa other stuff. But that is also a story for another time.