Dogs
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On getting a puppy.
Somehow, during the not so dog days of August this year, I thought it was time to get a dog. I know how that sounds, but please know the two are not connected. Or perhaps they are, the humidity this… Continue reading
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Needing Company in Any Form
When I’m home, Precious (aka Fresh-ness or The Yack Star) is now rarely far from either myself or the RTR. And if neither of us is available, the doggo seems to do. She’s not howling as much as she was… Continue reading
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The sun did come up today.
I need the sky to be grey and angry looking. I want the wind to blow and rain to fall. But it’s blue as far as I can see. I don’t want to hear the kids at the end of… Continue reading
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Silver linings and Butthole dragging dogs.
As Far As Today Has Gone… What was annoying? Getting up the second the alarm went off, getting ready for my first official day as a person who actually goes to work after a year (only part time) and is… Continue reading
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My Dear Doggo…
Day eight-thousand three-hundred ninety two of NaBloPoMo. Or something like that. At this point, I’m wondering if I’ll ever see Tara again. November 7, 2007 My dear Doggo, You gave us quite a quiet fright last night. It took a… Continue reading
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House Sitters and Sexy Party Gifts
I think the first trip my husband and I took together was to Las Vegas. Neither of us had ever been, and I’m not sure what prompted it, but off we went to end up at a fairly seedy hotel… Continue reading
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Me ‘n’ the Big
I can hear the MoH in the bedroom cooing loving endearments softly to the Big, calling her his latest rendition of her moniker: Quatro Formaggio. Yes. Four Cheeses. I know it isn’t quite Italian, or Spanish, but still. You get… Continue reading