It's official. Doyle is depressed. I can't imagine what he thinks. We go away for a few days, we bring him home, we're hysterical and the cat is missing and then suddenly The Boy and I are sad all the time and Hitler is no where to be found. How do you explain to a dog what happened ( Read more... )

is always a treat after being gone for so long ( Read more... )

I broke a mirror today. I cut my thumb on the glass. It sucked. A white cat I've named Hitler has followed me home and i can't seem to rid myself of him. I keep throwing him out of my apt. but when i open the door he's there and I'm what some call a SUCKER ( Read more... )