The Year of the Dumpster Fire
Good grief what a year. Seriously. What. A. Year. And to think it started off on the right foot, too. A ten mile bike ride at the refuge to start off the New Year. It was calm winds, warm, and wonderful. Sadly the doggo could not join us and she sulked at the door of the car as we loaded. In her younger days, just a few short years ago, she would have jumped in the car and rested upon…