A POETS Kind of Day

POETS (Piss On Everything Tomorrow’s Saturday).  It was early Friday morning when her wet lick on my lips woke me. My dog Holly Golightly is almost deaf, and she’s slowing down.  I didn’t feel much like getting up, but it’s either Holly or Mother Nature waking me at 4:00 am each morning, so I grumbled… Continue reading A POETS Kind of Day