There’s a reason, a very good reason that I’ve been quiescent of late. It’s called a puppy.
Finn Macheiul, our what looks like a purebred Labrador Retriever, was dropped off on the dirt road by our house. (actually he and his brother were.)
You can’t, well I couldn’t, resist that expression.
More to the point, when we took him to the local vet’s, and asked if we should leave contact information, the vet said, “He’s yours.”
Fortunately our older dog likes having another animal around the place.
That said, it is a great deal of work training a young dog. Still, he’s healthy, happy, and friendly.
Now back to writing (We have the finish of Regency spies and a new SF series to get out.)
R. Harrison, Creative Enterprises 