Tall Clover Farm

Prompted by the day’s drizzle and cool temps, Boz and Gracie practice the art of indoor dogouflage, becoming one with the sofa, pillows and throws, willingly changing fur tone and posture to blend indistinguishably from their comfy throne. If not for the snoring, I’d have thought they disappeared. Talented dogs, indeed.

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Boz prefers a perch, even if it takes several minutes to reach the summit. Once there, comfort is a work in progress.This is his Whistler’s Mother pose: part playing possum; and part keeping an eye on the diner and his plate.

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Every year I plan on being prepared for the torrent of Pacific winter storms that buffet coast, home and hearth with unapologetic bravado, but somehow between spring, summer, and autumn I fail to take action. Even this week when our local network anchors were practically convulsing over the opportunity to report on an approaching, and [...]

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