Midwestern "Mexican" food is a whole thing, but do not expect reporters to know this
Since my phone is blowing up, I guess the news has officially dropped. Queen Mona now has a court jester. A few of you may recognize him.
Blair, Wickson is trying his chops as a lead dog. This little Pomeranian followed him for two laps around the dog park a couple days ago.
By the way, I think one of the reasons Wickson decided he liked it here is that about a week after we started hosting him, he nabbed an inch+ thick steak of the counter that had just come out of the sous vide and that thing was gone in about 2 seconds.
One more bit before we go to the Twins game… Our local farmers market sells a variety of pet stuff. (More on that later!) @megsf.bsky.social found the perfect tag for Wickson. Call it fate, karma, or serendipity, but it matched his existing name tag and expresses his personality perfectly.
Back. Short trip since it was hot. Walk to the dog park, one lap around, lie in the shade, walk back. In between is the unmowed edge of the sports fields. Wickson running through the weeds is like dragging a Swiffer through a pile of ticks. (We refer to them as Wickson’s Tick Sons) From today:
@msea1.bsky.social check Slack! Just saw your message!
