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 […]
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 […]
Gimli smiles in his sleep. While the dogs hint that they are dreaming of play by running and gurfing in their sleep, this cat relaxes completely. Sleep is the only time that Gimli is truly relaxed. Clearly, Gimli dreams about… sleeping.
“We were wrestling and got carried away. We are ashamed.”
We live in an old house with what is politely known as personality. The long list of things that need simple repairs is low priority when something else is dripping, sparking or overflowing. Except for the occasional lightning strike destroying the a/c or a hail storm destroying the roof and siding, repairs are limited to […]
If you ask the question, “Would the dogs prefer a sliced or unsliced antler? see what Tree House Puppy reviews thinks.” And you answer it, “Let’s get one of each and see which they prefer.” Then you will spend an entire day saying things like, “Stop that growling right now.” And, “Be nice. Kisses. Be […]
When I sit down at my computer, the dogs consider it a challenge to become the objects of my attention. They sneak up and smack my mouse hand with their heads. They lick my elbows. They put their heads in my lap and make sad eyes. They lick my elbows. They toss their metal food […]