Here’s something fun to do if you’re bored. And you’re a dog. (And I’m both some days.) Freak Them out. I mean REALLY. Freak. Them. Out. It’s easy enough, especially if you’ve let Them think all these years that They’ve trained you to stay off the furniture unless you ask permission. (You know..lay your head [...]
Yep. Big snore fest. Shots of Gisele Bündchen were worth opening my eyes for every once and awhile. Even Frisco thinks she's fine and he has the sexuality of a soft toy. But that was pretty much it. Evidently punting is playing these days. There's a better way. It's called hockey. Go Caps. Can't sleep [...]
It's difficult to describe this guy. On the one hand, He's hard. He's a former Gulf War infantry marine. Gruff. Pretty high tolerance for pain. He once pulled out his own tooth because he couldn't see the surgeon 'till after the weekend. No really. That happened. When He's not doing undecipherable tech stuff, He likes [...]
I could totally be a beach bum. Sand - no problem. I've got a wire coat, nothing sticks to it. Surf - I'm faster than any wave and dry off in 1.3 minutes with a stiff breeze and a towel. Babes - Well, look at me. Obviously not an issue. This weekend They [...]
Short story? Tempus fugit. Waiting for a groundhog. It's what I do. Yeah, I know - big words for a dog, but I've gotten used to using a bit of Latin when I'm hanging with Molly. She's a Corgi - probably royal bloodlines - and appreciates me for more than just [...]
Did you see that game?!?!!?!??!?!?!?!?! I can hardly dictate this to Siri. Seriously, I'm a little verklempt. It's been a long night. He and The Girl and me have been partying like The Caps never won that cup before. Oh wait. THEY HAVEN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, I haven't been on the planet as long as [...]
When I say ‘a bear’ I mean bear-like. Like, as big as a bear, only maybe bigger. He wanted a piece of me and he got it. That’s one mean little groundhog. Except it wasn’t little. Just making sure you’re clear on this. Now I’ve got this thing wrapped around my head, the cone [...]
I'm not really into terms like 'best friend.' It sounds like something The Girl would say, and dogs have way more dignity than to do their nails together and watch 50 First Dates until 2 in the morning; but it would get confusing if I said what he really is: my brother from another [...]
These people don't get it. I. Just. Want. The. Ball. It really doesn't matter which one. Just something round. Something that bounces, or doesn't. Something that's green, or isn't. I seriously don't care - I just want you to throw it. And throw it again. Oh, and I'll bring it back and drop it [...]
Well, this is gonna be sad – Siri started crying while I was dictating drafts. Just warning you ahead of time if you don’t like that kind of thing. She doesn’t. That’s why She’s been acting like it’s just another week. Making dumb jokes about having to do all the heavy stuff in the [...]
He and I – I and He. That's all it's been for two weeks now. But it's coming to an end tonight when She Returns. Don't get the wrong idea. I like Her. She throws weeds, lets me get dirty and puts an egg on my food in the morning. She's not putting it [...]
Where to begin. I'm a Jack Russell Terrier. I know it and They knew it way before there was any talk of bringing me into the family. That doesn't mean good things for cats. But as a bonus, it doesn't mean good things for rats, voles, moles, groundhogs, skunks (That was, upon reflection, a [...]
Not content to ruin her own life with empty New Year promises, She put me on the radar last night. There I am minding my own business in front of the fire, doing the dutiful dog thing, Happy Last Day of 2017 and all that, when I hear her say, “Mungo needs to lose [...]
A Nylabone. The groundhogs I kill for this family, and THAT’s what I get for Christmas. Gotta say, pretty underwhelmed. Thinking Molly’s humans are giving her the run of Pet Smart right now and let’s face it, Frisco’s so damned spoiled he’s probably having his nails shampooed with the tears of angels while he licks [...]
Well, by the level of chaos around here I can only assume it's Christmas week. She's totally behind and muttering to herself a lot. I'm getting a lot of bones this week, and not just scavenged deer carcass ones either. I guess it's easier to pull a steak out of the freezer and hand it [...]
Many long time readers don't need an introduction to Mungo, our well-loved Jack Russell who is my constant companion in the garden. Every garden should have a garden dog, and if you're a cat person instead, every garden should have a garden cat. We've got both (well, several when it comes to cats) and [...]
My name needs some explaining obviously. There's another Jack Russell involved - the one that the people in my life were in love with years ago. They decided to do the 'naming after thing' which means that new people spend a lot of time saying "Mango?" or quoting Blazing Saddles or showing their awareness of [...]
I'm a Jack Russell Terrier and that's not a confession. In my smoother puppy days... If you're imagining your Aunt Grace's nasty little barker with a weasel snout that used to snap at your butt, was spastic-crazy and growled when you stood near her food bowl, I just need to make it [...]
