The cat stared, wide eyed and in shock.

Cat: what the f😳ck is THAT?!! Me:  what does it look like? Dog, pacing in her crate upstairs to the extent it will allow: I can’t see I can’t see Cat:  you did NOT.  Dog: What? WHAT The 11 week old golden retriever shifted a little in my arms, unaccustomed to this new place.  Our little visitor… … Continue reading The cat stared, wide eyed and in shock.

The puppy is preparing for the wrong profession.

Yes, she’ll probably make a terrific service dog, but seriously, there’s something else to which she would be far more suited. My baby should be in pictures. This girl is more dramatic than Sarah Bernhardt. The performance she gave in front of the neighbor’s house while wearing her Halti was of Oscar caliber. She’s spent … Continue reading The puppy is preparing for the wrong profession.

104F (40C) is much, much worse in the UK than the US.

I can say that with authority as I started yesterday in London and ended in Los Angeles, and both had heat that high. Aside from it being a dry heat in LA, everything is air conditioned. We have this heat thing DOWN, windows open early, use the whole house fan to drain the attic of … Continue reading 104F (40C) is much, much worse in the UK than the US.

Well, we’re still married. And we shared a double kayak.

Miracles will never cease, as we’re not divorced. Oh, my god. I’d sworn never, ever to share a kayak with Beloved again, but along comes the opportunity on the River Thames. But only, ONLY in a double. Who can resist? No, seriously, I can do this! For a mere Ā£65 each we were taken on … Continue reading Well, we’re still married. And we shared a double kayak.

My father haunts us by lowering the level crossing gates.

He used to get so frustrated as my aunt lives just beyond a busy rail line into London, and it seemed every time he wanted to drive across… dingdingding, red lights flashing and Daddy would curse like a sailor. ā€œBloody British Rail!ā€ he’d roar as he skidded to a stop. So now, whenever we get … Continue reading My father haunts us by lowering the level crossing gates.

Dismounting from an English bathtub should be an Olympic sport.

I know I’ve said it before, but honestly, it’s difficult to wrap your head around who thought those were a good idea. We’re staying in a lovely little AirBnB in Surrey. It’s a ā€œmaisonetteā€ according to the advert, but not exactly because it’s only on one floor - a maisonette is generally a two story … Continue reading Dismounting from an English bathtub should be an Olympic sport.

We took our new kayaks out for the first time… no, not with the dog.

It was a little nerve wracking what with our somewhat lacking heights (me, 5’4ā€ and she, 5’3ā€). We have to tote stepladders in the SUV and still it’s a hellava stretch. We’re discovering ways to get the 39lb sit-ins loaded, like putting it on upside down and flipping it in. ā€œDamn,ā€ said Beloved. ā€œThat’s so … Continue reading We took our new kayaks out for the first time… no, not with the dog.

The dog sprinted out of the kitchen like a marine under fire: furtive, low to the ground and moving at high speed.

Unfortunately, she did this just as I rounded the corner and catapulted away from me as we collided. Skidding, she regained her balance, shot under the table, grabbed something in her mouth and galloped to her bed in the corner. What the hell? So when I give her a ā€œpeanut butter ball-yā€ (a Kong filled … Continue reading The dog sprinted out of the kitchen like a marine under fire: furtive, low to the ground and moving at high speed.