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