Tag: dogs

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!”...

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...

My dogs are giving me grief. Literally.

I write this today having spent last night getting up — no exaggeration — at least 20 times with two neurotic dogs. I’m. Stinkin’. Tired. I’m physically tired, and I’m just plain old tired of these creatures who we’ve somehow let run our lives. Don’t get me wrong. They’re...

The humility in a crappy dog

As I begin typing the phrase, “Has this ever happened to you?” I realize that it is probably a moot question. Either you don’t live in a disgusting house like I do, or you’re too smart to admit it publicly. That’s cool. I respect that. But as I am...

Just What We Need — Another Dog!

He had me at “Arooooowwwwwwwwwwowwwowwwowww!” As if one high-maintenance canine wasn’t enough . . . I let another one slip into the house. But it wasn’t my fault, I tell you. First of all, I grew up on a farm where we took in all sorts of wayward animals....