Where’s my other shoe?

I’m the kind of person whose shoes live in the closet, sitting neatly in pairs, resting quietly on the shelves until Yours Truly is ready to wear them. That habit comes from painful experiences – the “where the hell did I leave my…” search being one. The other being what a four-legged, furry critter can…

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The dog who thinks she’s a cat…

AKA – tales of a spoiled doggy Apparently, damn dog decided that since she is allowed on some furniture (this explains why I own leather), she should be allowed on the furniture in whatever manner she so chooses. I’m used to cats laying on the back of a couch… but a dog? A 50 pound…

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Weekend fun and follies…

In the process of working on an article for work, completing my Christmas decorations, discovering I had no muffin pan in my house, celebrating my son’s 11th birthday, actually doing laundry (usually, The BF does that), and once again wiping the fingerprints off my stainless steel refrigerator (I will never, ever, ever buy SS appliances…

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Daisy T.C.T.B.M.B.F.H. stars in – Master’s Shadow

We recently attended a wedding out in the middle of the desert. And yes, I mean out in the middle – it was six miles off the paved road, okay? The dog was invited. Yes, that would be Daisy, The Christmas Tree Ball Munching Boxer From Hell. Supposedly, the Dog is “mine” – as in,…

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The Christmas Tree Ball Munching Boxer From Hell

I have, on occasion, talked about Daisy, the Christmas Tree Ball Munching Boxer From Hell – and I thought it finally time to introduce that maniacal bundle of cyclonic canine cuteness to the folks around here. Daisy is as typical a Boxer as you could possibly hope for, cute in a squashed-face, sad-eyed sort of…

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