Antimony is one. Maturity and self control are right around the corner. Any day now, she’ll respond to a “sit” command without giving side eye first. Socks in our house are going to have longer lifespans. Visitors will soon be able to enter the house without fear of being knocked over and coated in saliva. […]
While waiting for the release of the next October Daye novel (Luidaeg > Selkies), I’ve been inhaling twenty year old paranormal romance paperbacks. I thought I found the perfect description of my dog Antimony when I read this: I discovered the missing part of that description when I read this: Uncontrollably bouncy joy and chewer […]
Puppies are better at teaching object impermanence than monks with a sand mandala.
If the upstairs water dish is empty, then… elderly dog will use her nose to repeatedly slam the toilet seat until we fill the water dish, birdbrain dog will lick the empty water dish until we fill the water dish, Gimli the cat will lick the walls of the bathtub until we fill the water […]
While the rest of the world was posting spring break Saturday night pictures from the beach, amusement parks and clubs, we spent our evening making up the lyrics to “I love my dollar toy” while the cat played fetch. I like to think of our work of art as the B side to Smelly Cat.
Our garage door doesn’t always work correctly. I could ask the husband to explain exactly what is wrong with the door, but then I would get a lengthy diatribe on the history of garage doors, theoretical mechanics, how we should be using invisible force fields instead of doors and blah, blah, blah. Let’s just say […]