Ruined for the Ordinary

So, I went out to the backyard late one night last week….probably around 11:30pm, and my neighbor, Margita, was there with her old dog, Doxi. (Margita is the same neighbor who lowered the Tesco bag filled with goodies down to our porch that time). It was obvious that something was wrong, and I began to talk with her … (Read on …)