I raise my head off the pillow and looked over at Beloved. “It’s 38° out there,” I said, “I really don’t wanna go outside.” “I don’t.” she said. What? “I don’t go outside. I open the door and let her out.” “Excuse me,” I said “What do you mean? We have to take her out … Continue reading I’m hungry, whined the dog. And I gotta pee.
Blondie’s home and it’s not my neighbor’s wife she’s coveting. She rather fancies a pup and Miss M is, frankly, charming. I’m gonna be checking the trunk before she and her boyfriend peel outta the driveway. Blondie just read that over my shoulder and muttered “we wouldn’t keep her in the trunk…”. Okay, I’ll be … Continue reading The Dog’s in Danger
So Abby the dog has been a pain in the butt lately, digging around for trash and whatever. It’s also now the season for making fruitcakes and Christmas puds, not that they’re trash, and as is tradition Mummy makes everyone give the batter a stir and make a wish. Since this occurs on Sunday, and … Continue reading The Dog and the Xmas Pud, 2018
Life in our house at the moment is like having warring teenagers except one is goofy, eager and innocent and the other is bitchy and worldly. Dog: sorry I peed on floor again. Me: That’s okay. You almost had a perfect day, and we were having a dinner party. Try again tomorrow. Cat: Stupid animal. … Continue reading Puddles and Cuddles and Jealous Felines
The entire country’s domesticated animal population didn’t consider me a corpse, but they thought as much of their respective owners. Time change is a bitch. However, if she gets exhausted and wants to nap earlier… heck, I’m down with that. One of the evil, super-slippery knee-busters. She also keeps growing. It’s getting harder to hold … Continue reading The puppy was convinced I was dead.
The best ice pack, if anyone is interested, is made from a 1-1 mix of water and rotgut vodka. The internet will tell you to use a 2-1 mix of water to rubbing alcohol, but inevitably the bags leak (thank you, MaeMae and your razor claws) and if it leaks while you sleep, it’s a … Continue reading Bitter? Me?
Every day the puppy comes out of her crate two inches longer and three pounds heavier, I swear. She’s growing at the speed of sound. And in the mornings, she is so full of energy, it knocks you off your feet. Thankfully, MaeMae the crotchety cat is actually starting to play with her. It’s a … Continue reading The cat’s warming up…
I performed emergency rectal surgery on the sloth. Well, okay, maybe not EMERGENCY but it needed to be done today if it were ready for duties this evening. Miss M had chewed him a new one and his stuffing was coming out. Slothie, recovered after surgery. GDA (Guide Dogs of America) provided her with a … Continue reading The dog, the cat and the sloth…
I’m not going to use it on here because, well, privacy, but it starts with M. Our puppy’s litter all starts with M (it helps identify which puppy originated where) so we got to give GDA (Guide Dogs of America) our list of top names and they let us know which was approved. At home … Continue reading We got the name we wanted!
The dog was dressed like Underdog. Cute but… um… why? It was our first monthly meeting for the area’s guide dog puppy raisers, and we felt outta place. One, we hardly knew anyone and two, we weren’t wrangling an overly enthusiastic pup. Especially not one wearing a sarape and a sombrero. Another dog romped past, … Continue reading Who Let the Dogs Out?
Examining Misadventures 