I’ve mentioned my dog before. I think. The hound. The dog that a portion of this blog (and my small business) is named for.

A lot of blog authors seem to be cat people. I’m not one of the cat people. They make me sneeze, and give me headaches. My dog also gives me headaches, but for different reasons. No, I’m one of the dog people. And for the last three years, I’ve been one of those people that has one of those annoying hound dogs that do nothing but bay. Hi there! My apologies to anyone who lives next to or within three miles of a hound owner.

Want to see the real black spruce hound?

That be her. Her name is Scout. Notice the crusty ears, and the strange foreign matter clinging to her nose. You know the phrase ‘working like a dog?’ That’s not her. At all. If she gets to go on a long walk and do nothing but sniff, sure, she works hard. At home? Not so much.

So to pick up her slack around here, I will be the one workin’ like a dog the next few days, getting the Etsy shop stocked with items.

By Monday, that will be me. Minus a few of the wrinkles. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a post up this weekend. If not, see you on the other side. Plus a few wrinkles.