Steel Gray

Middle aged, physically, about ten years old, sometimes, mentally. Live in bliss on three acres at the end of a dead end road in the country, with the coyotes, the turkeys, the owls, the deer, the wildcats, and other things that go bump in the night. Unfortunately, I also have those little masky faced varmints (raccoons) to deal with. Constant pains in my you know what. Speaking of those, I can't forget my little Papillion dog, Buddy, who's a bit of a curmudgeon, just like dad.