My desk is almost clean. Almost. The left side that was stacked with papers and business cards and bills and bank statements and God-knows-what-else has been attacked. I threw out most of it and organized the rest. I finally called the businesses whose cards I’d saved: Little Luxury Day Spa to order more moisturizer and Spot-On! Dog Training to make an appointment with a trainer … Continue reading A catch-up morning. Hold the mustard.
First, I’d like to thank a number of neighbors who have rose bushes planted near the sidewalk in front of their homes. I stop to smell everyone’s roses each day when I walk the dogs. I am a cliche. At least one pair of large, handsome blue jays have claimed my yard as part of their territory. On the one hand, they are magnificent to … Continue reading Thoughts on this Saturday
People sometimes say when you rescue a dog, you don’t know what problems you might be taking on. Personally, while I see their point, I do think reducing a dog to his past experience is only half the story. Just like people, there’s the nature vs. nurture element. Maybe the rescue had a rough beginning, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a sweetheart of a … Continue reading Just a girl and her dog
Have you ever commented on a Facebook post and wish you hadn’t? I guess if you’re on Facebook at all, that had to have happened at one time or another (or another dozen times or so). Here’s what happened. There’s a Facebook page called “The 411 for Madison” and last summer a guy suggested keeping your car keys by your bed and hitting the alarm … Continue reading How to scare an intruder or get a gazillion likes on Facebook
My dogs sleep with me. Sometimes Mick spoons me and you haven’t lived until you’ve been spooned by a dachshund. He’s the perfect length to serve as a heating pad from my neck to my waist. Little Richard might be curled in the crook of my knees or, on occasion, I’ve awakened to find his face inches from mine on the pillow next to me, … Continue reading Sunday thoughts about sleeping dogs and getting older
In hindsight, I realize that last night the boys – Mick Jagger the rock star, long-haired dachshund, and Little Richard, the neurotic terrier – were spending an inordinate amount of time in the back yard. But since the doggie door in the kitchen allows them to go out to the fenced in backyard whenever they choose, I really wasn’t paying much attention. Docile and mesmerized … Continue reading You know you might be a redneck when . . .
On most mornings the dogs wander into the bathroom just as I’m finishing my shower. It’s the walk-in type, and that’s exactly what they like to do when I’m done. Walk in and lick the water on the tiles and drain. Before you report me for mistreating animals, I’d like to assure you that there are multiple bowls of fresh, clean water in the house. … Continue reading Dogs don’t get it
When you reach a certain age, Christmas just isn’t about the gifts anymore. Yes, I know that theoretically it should NEVER be just about the gifts, but even as a good church-and-catechism-going young’un – it really was pretty much all about the gifts. Now there is nothing that anyone could realistically give me that is in any way necessary or, as in my youth, desperately … Continue reading All I want for Christmas
Okay. So I’m old. There are three technical-type things I am seeing everywhere and yes – I admit it – I don’t know what they are or how to use them. Will someone please explain: @whatever – What does it mean, how do you use it? #somethingelse – Ditto. Meme – What is it? I have friends even older than I am referring to memes … Continue reading Help, help me @Rhonda!
Okay, am I the only one out there who sings to and dances with her dogs? I think not. I may be, however, one of the few people goofy enough to write about it in a blog. Here’s how it started. I was drinking my coffee, reading Facebook posts, when I came across one from Patti S. who is currently basking in the sun, sea, … Continue reading Dancing with dogs
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