#ValentinesDayChallenge Boogers & Burps Style
You have probably noticed on Facebook the #ValentinesDayChallenge that lots of couples are participating in. I will admit–I get sucked in to reading people’s cute love stories. However, I haven’t participated because I feel many of the questions don’t really relate to Mr. Boogers & Burps’ and my love...
Another post about dog poop and pee (You’ve been warned.)
If it’s not one dog, it’s another. And if it’s not one bodily function, it’s another. This week, Husband and I took both dogs to the vet–at the same time. (Yeah, it was about as fun as it sounds.) Herky, the little one, had been running around on three...
The Gray Muskrat
The other day Husband drove 45 minutes to get his hair cut. If you’re thinking red-and-white barber pole, think again. Nope. The place he goes serves Scotch while you get your hair cut. He’s what you might call hoity-toity when it comes to his drinks–and his hair. But that’s...
Falling off the weight-loss wagon
It was a dark and stormy night…and our protagonist (that’s me) got up to let out her dogs, who apparently didn’t care that it was raining and blowing outside and still insisted they had to go to the bathroom. Now our protagonist is up and at ’em and it’s...
Happy National Crappy Dog Day
So yesterday was National Dog Day or some variation of that title. Scrolling through Facebook, I was bombarded with pictures of my friends’ cute, furry, well-mannered pups. You may have posted a photo of your own dog or gaggle of dogs. And to that I say, “Good for you!”...
To sleep, perchance to dream
I can't have nice relaxing dreams about floating on the lake or listening to the waves of the ocean crash gently against the shore. Instead I have to create dreams where even non-stressful events become anxiety-producing productions. ...
Hello 2:22 a.m. How you doin’?
Well, friends, you’re in for a treat because I am actually posting an article TWO DAYS IN A ROW. You read that right. I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath. Once again, you can thank my dogs for this. Except instead of being up at 4:17 a.m.,...
The tale of the early morning escape artist
Well, hello, Before-Buttcrack-of-Dawn. We meet again. This time, it’s 4:17 a.m. And I’m up for one of my two reasons: dogs or anxiety. Or sometimes it’s melded into one–dog anxiety. This was one of those times. Because Herky, the little Boston Terrier who is going-on-9, is a sneaky little...