Okay, so one’s stoned, the other’s a total witch. Honestly. So Abby the puggle’s mental state is deteriorating, not terribly surprising for a 14 year old. Add the fact that she’s mostly blind, almost completely deaf and her honker works only at close range, and she’s a pathetic little pup. But she's still adorable and so … Continue reading The Dog’s a Stoner…
Go, you big fierce cousin of the lions. Go annihilate that vile gopher. And all his relatives. Chase them so they never darken our street again.
Traveling with my mom is a hoot.
MaeMae is essentially in her teenage years and she’s a PITA. Our crèche is looking a wee bit bald where she’s chewed the moss off the roof. Shooting her with water is becoming less effective. She also tries to torture/play with the hound, who, at almost 14, is mostly deaf, largely blind and gets confused … Continue reading Cat on a Thin Tight Leash
Training a cat to leash walk is not easy, the little bastards are not at all grateful and the constraints are problematic in other ways as well. Our front lawn resembles London after the blitz, courtesy of a damn gopher, who appears to be a friend of the hound. The gopher makes periodic appearances in … Continue reading The Bombed Out Lawn
We’re having Bedroom Issues, Beloved and I. Not the kind to which your dirty little minds immediately flit... but... the more troublesome Bed Insufficiency. The animal lovers among us can relate. May I present evidentiary piece #1. The damn hound has made the center of (god,you know I just typed “her bed” instead of “our … Continue reading Bedroom Issues in the Land of Dog
The marks on the carpet were faint, but suspicious. When you own a beagle, or part beagle, as we do, your o-shit-o-meter goes haywire when you see marks on carpet after you've been out, especially when someone else has been watching your hound. Christmas eve services were lovely. Quite beautiful. Got home after midnight... Blondie … Continue reading The Stealthy Hound
From the time Abby the puggle was a puppy, the house next to my parents was vacant – so growing up, when my mom took her for short walks (and to check on the property), they would walk around the house – across the driveway, around the far side of the house (there are large … Continue reading The Dog, the Rector and the Ant Hill Honey Dance
Examining Misadventures 