Alice Potter

Had I been a boy, my mum would have seriously considered naming me Harry. Weird, I know.

Today, we practised Not barking at tiny children playing in our front yard, Saying Hello and Making Friends. I realised that the unpredictable scary little creatures are in fact puppies, in a way. Simplifies things.

We had salmon for dinner. It's inconceivable to me why I get only small pieces of the yummy stuff on top of my usual dry chow, even though my nose knows there is more up there.