I’m out here, sitting on the balcony on the second story of a very crooked house. Out here, in the fall, amidst rain drops with my book, my coffee and, of course, my dog.
Dogs. Could there literally be anything more perfect that a dog?
Mitch. That’s his name. We named him after Mitch Marner; a player for the Toronto Maple Leafs.
What I would do for that dog. I love him so much, yet I always seem frustrated with him. But on nights like tonight, where the kids are sleeping and we’re alone, just me and Mitch, I’m reminded that he’s the most amazing and loyal dog – and he will always be my first baby.
