“In that moment of our absence, we discovered that our thirteen-pound senior dog was an acrobat. Chelsea was standing on the table devouring our dinner, unabashed. She looked at us proudly with spaghetti on her nose and a loaf of bread in her mouth. I glanced at my mom, who was furious as she stoodContinue reading “RKS Literature: Spaghetti All Over Her Snout: BAD DOG! (Kerk Murray)”
