I think I posted this on Facebook but never really wrote about it here. As you know, The Dog (who will always be The Dog, regardless of any other lower-case-dogs we get in the future) passed away earlier this year. We were all pretty broken up about it, which I posted about ad-nauseam I think.
Did you know dogs can fart? Or, rather, that they do, rather freely, in fact, whilst sleeping off all the energy it must have taken to yank the christmas tree right off it’s handy side-table pedestal and onto the ground, breaking several bally-thingys into several million tiny pieces while simultaneously collecting every last bit of
So, The Dog now has a friend. Since The Dog is taken, I’ll now have to use The Bitch. Allow me to introduce The Bitch: Ain’t she cute? Just brought her home tonight. I am anticipating a little reshuffling of the order of the house, which is currently PVDD, me, The Kid, The Cat, The
Most frazzled morning ever, team. Really. Have you been wondering where I’ve been the past three days? Of course you have. The answer is, I’ve been spending time on the beautiful Hood Canal.
Kid quote of the day: “Mom do you know how to pull my finger to make me fart? Because on the TV he pulled his pinkie and I heered a fart.” I love my son. So I’m going through old blogs today and seeing how my style has changed, in some ways, sometimes for the
Remind me again why I love the Dog. Because when I come home to this: Which is the result of a horribly mutilated throw pillow: I have a hard time remembering. I also take exception to people who come ringing my doorbell, trying to sell me windows and security systems and whatnot, and assume that
Okay, so. The Dog is sick. Pretty effin sick, which sucks but also makes me really really glad I decided to take him today. It also means that I won’t be doing the tattoo thing this week, since my dog’s health trumps me getting more ink on my back. Yay for me and my philanthropic