Captain, there’s a fox in my toilet…

Some days begin like this… with the promise of a slow Sunday café-au-lait morning.Gray spring skies, wall-to-wall clouds. Still barge floating on a deep green canal.Young pup playing on the canal bank and barking at frogs, tall grass dripping night rains, anything that looks new or suspicious. “Silly dog.”Some days don’t keep their promise. Weekends are about barge chores, garden projects, long-distance phone calls via Skype to friends in need of a good... Read More