A Real Wild Child
Taylor has gotten to the point where he just plays fetch with himself. We’ve got a spot in the forest … Continue reading A Real Wild Child
Taylor has gotten to the point where he just plays fetch with himself. We’ve got a spot in the forest … Continue reading A Real Wild Child
The grass is so green! And it’s so wet! I love it! My poppa and I are playing fetch. I … Continue reading FETCH
Taylor loves his sticks. The bigger they are, the more he likes them. Some of his favourite sticks look a … Continue reading Carry Big Stick. Walk Loudly.
While Taylor was trying to decide between two sticks (i.e. tree branches), I was trying to decide whether he’d bring … Continue reading Bring Back the STRUT
My routine with Taylor used to be a daily hike. That’s been replaced by a walk to the hill at … Continue reading Lavender
Taylor loves his sticks. The bigger they are, the more he likes them. Some of his favourite sticks look a lot … Continue reading The Getaway
Taylor loves his tennis balls. He’ll run for days chasing after it. He’ll walk for days with it in his … Continue reading I Don’t Feel Like Dancing
Sleepy Tay is something else. This evening, snuggled and cuddled in his bed (of which he has several, in this … Continue reading Linus and The American Boy
The other day I panicked halfway through our hike up the Marin Headlands. Taylor was nowhere to be found. The … Continue reading Panic
We woke up early this morning. My papa likes to wake up early. I’d rather sleep in. I’m almost ten … Continue reading Freedom