this thing we call morning
Nearly every morning a steady stomping can be heard from the upstairs. This isn’t the normal I’m-walking-across-the-living-room kind of walking. It’s a steady stomping-in-place kind of stomp. It happens for about five minutes and then stops. I don’t think it’s anything dirty, but it is kind of strange.
Meanwhile, on a completely unrelated note, someone I know is a new mom today to a dog. I endeavor to post photos for you when I meet him. Off to take some Allegra!
daily life, pets | sighclub February 26, 2006