My dog, Mak, is my constant companion. When my husband is out of town, Mak becomes very clingy. The only thing that can pull him away from me is other animals in our yard. This morning on our walk, I felt like a cartoon dog walker, dragged by a zooming dog, arm yanked out of its socket. All it took was a cute little bunny. I keep telling Mak that he's not supposed to hunt bunnies. My morning usually consists of at least one rabbit sighting, and a dog going crazy after it. I'm afraid I'm going to need a longer leash.

Gentle Reader.

I am an avid blog reader, and have been fantasizing for some time now about my own blog. Tonight, I finally sat down and created one. However, the blank slate is very daunting. What should I say? Who would ever read my blog? What if I misspell something? These and many other questions ran through my brain. My thoughts went back to the days when correspondence was beautiful and necessary. I can do this. I will be like Emma writing to Harriet, telling her of the things that fill her days, sharing thoughts and interests. I can do this. It will be fun, right?