• No wind. No rain. Or winter’s cold.

    At our wedding, My Guy and I danced to “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” – the Marvin Gaye/Tammi Terrell version. It’s joyful and, perhaps most importantly, it’s short. Hell on earth is…

  • About that baggie …

    I recently posted a photo about Walter the Wonderdoodle and overdoses and Ziploc baggies and vomit. It seems I should clear the air. No, Walter isn’t an addict. But he is an…

  • Welcome 2023. I guess.

    Crawling into bed at 12:01 this morning, Jan. 1, I realized that my elderly dachshund had pooed on the sheets. Not all over the sheets, but he’d done a drive-by wipe on…

  • In which I am roadkill.

    I got dressed today, cleaned my kitchen and did a solid two hours of work. That might be all I have in me. In the last three weeks, my FIL had a…

  • AMA with Li’l Frankfurter

    A small dachshund with an oversized personality has deigned to share his thoughts. Buckle up - in his almost 16 years, Li'l Frank has amassed some pretty strong opinions.…

  • I got your word of the year right here.

    Every Christmas, My Guy and I pick out a special ornament for our tree. It’s typically a Hallmark deal that makes us laugh – like Beaker from The Muppets singing “Ode to…

  • Oops, he crapped my pants.

    Li’l Frankfurter has been having A Time. Five days ago, I was shoving Doritos into my gaping maw. I dropped one third of a Dorito. And Li’l Frank, he of the sensitive…

  • Grief and walnuts.

    Today, Walter tried walnuts for the first time. I was making pumpkin bars and carefully scavenged through the bag of walnuts. I tried to find the pieces that were mostly intact halves,…