In the yurt’s Guest Book, we read about previous girls’ gatherings. The Boozing Babes Book Club noted: “It snowed, it rained, the moon was full, we laughed, some snored, and we shot the bull.” Another gals’ group wrote: “Six girls in a yurt/Only one got hurt/None in a skirt/Left without dirt/And not one lost a shirt.
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Mom starts sobbing when I call to tell her that Blue, the not-so-small Newfoundland she’d held in her lap as a tiny puppy, is very ill. The first born of Bella’...
It is summer shedding season for Bella, my female Newfoundland; hairy hummocks of black fur drift around the kitchen as I brush, and brush, and brush....
Katie is a dog lover, conservationist, graduate student, and athlete in Larchmont, New York. She writes about animals, family, books, and daily life with Bella, her Newfoundland. See Bella’s Blog at katielangedolan.com.
