Many many moons ago I had a little back dog that ate a sofa and turned into a big black dog--well, big by pre-Cobie standards, he weighed 65 pounds in his prime. His name was Buddy, he was a border collie mix, and he went everywhere in the car with me ( Read more... )

I was feeling worried. No, not worried. Inadequate. Undeserving. Loathesome, even. Because Cobie was a week or two late on his annual vaccinations. I took my charity piggybank to Coinstar (which did nothing to alleviate my guilt, I can tell you) and still came up with only half the money I needed, even with postponing the heartworm check. ( Read more... )

I spent the morning waiting for Columbia Gas to come read our meter. No one's been able to gain admittance, allegedly, in 5 months. I cry bullshit, because this house is not that big and I'm always home. There's not a chance in hell I missed them every single month for five straight months. Then I found out we've been flagged for Beware of the ( Read more... )

Last winter, between blizzards, I came up with this game to play with Cobie, to take his mind off CHOMPing me. I'd take dog biscuits and break them up and then fling them all over the yard. He'd be engrossed for an hour sometimes, working a grid, tracking down every crumb ( Read more... )

The dogs have been out almost nonstop the last two days. They're not stuck out there--well except for the once when the door blew shut. Since then I've had it propped open with a chair. The furry ones come and go at will, and mostly they prefer go.

I'd enjoy it more if, 1.) the cooler air hadn't given us all sinus hell (which would be totally ( Read more... )

I overdid.  I'm overdone.  I'm done in.  Or something ( Read more... )

We've all got the epizootic.  Allergic or viral, I'm not sure which.  It hardly matters at this point.  My head is full of tapioca.  Gross.

So.

I've decided I love Hot in Cleveland, insulting sub context or not.  For one thing, they sort of addressed that last week.  For another I watched it three times and was still LOL-ing so hard I almost ( Read more... )

So when I give the dogs treats, I hold Cobie's out between thumb and forefinger.  His eyes get enormous (in proportion to the perceived value of the treat) and he tenderly skins back his lips and seizes the tidbit between approximately two teeth.  Then he chews and chews and chews and chews, if necessary sitting on Kelly so she'll leave him be ( Read more... )

DogsMy dogs are being jackasses.  They both do this every month at PMS time.  Every time my butt hits a horizontal surface there's an eruption of snarling, rolling, leaping over furniture,  knocking over lamps, eating wood and paper and plastic, barking at leprechauns.  All in good fun for them, at least until the ape goes insane and starts yelling ( Read more... )

It's not that I have nothing to say; it's that there's so much.  When I sit down to blog, I can't figure out where to start.  Then I realize none of it is probably all that interesting, and I close out my client and go rassle some dogs ( Read more... )