In my backyard in Mesa, Arizona, in 2008, I fell in love with three fuzzy blessings.
Owning an adorable bunny naturally compels one to take a lot of pictures. No more is this true than when Easter/Spring arrives.
I have no shame. I answered the call.
My fuzzy inspiration is now 7 years old. That’s a whole lot of mischief managed. You can blame all of my snarky cat characters on him.
Love ya, furball.
Yesterday my family spent the morning at a place that was hot, dusty, crowded, and smelled of animal dung. We LOVED it. Why, on this green earth, do you ask, would anyone ever love a place like that? Well, to put it frankly, we aren’t wusses, and we also have a soft spot for our local zoo. The Phoenix Zoo is not for the faint of heart, I won’t lie to you there. From the months of April to November, it is hot in Phoenix. The zoo is lush and leafy, so there is some relief there, but nothing can shield you from the cruel desert sun. NOTHING! I have come away with sunburns on many occasions, despite my best efforts. I should note, however, that I am whiter than a stripe on a skunk’s tail. But I’m getting sidetracked…