"The meter-reader came by this morning and asked if he could read the meter," I told Dad by way of explaining why the doorbell had rung around 8am ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I happened upon some gigantic dog bones (about two feet long) at the grocery store. I decided on a whim to get one each for Sugar and Chewie, mostly for entertainment purposes ( Read more... )

Awhile back, we used to have a groomer for Chewie. She was great -- had her own little mobile dog grooming van complete with everything she needed except power, and an extension cord to the house took care of that. Chewie would go in looking like a mutant grizzly bear cub and come out looking like a Cocker Spaniel. The groomer also did cute little ( Read more... )