
The Wee Dog is a terrier mix. Or as I am fond of saying, “part terrier and part mama got out.” I call her the Wee Dog because she weighs in at a whopping 14 or 15 pounds. However, most of it is muscle with the rest some very wild, wiry black and white fur. The fur over her eyes has a tendency to grow and droop over those organs. The Wee Dog’s mother aka Robin works diligently to keep this area trimmed as well as the rest of the wilderness that is her coat. For whatever reason through my anthropomorphizing eyes the Wee Dog always looks very worried.
Being a rescue dog the Wee Dog has some issues, most of which she has grown out over the last year or so. Continue reading “The Parable of the Wee Dog”

I recently contacted both of the Senators from Missouri and my Congresswoman, Ann Wagner.
behind me starts talking about the $900 million Powerball. I comment how it is amazing how people go crazy when the jackpot gets this high as it would be life changing for most folks if they won $2 million.
The main point of this book is that words matter. And the words that we debate with have been chosen by the conservatives to the detriment of progressive causes.