garden dog

His Piano

By |2019-01-28T04:17:03+00:00January 28th, 2019|

It's difficult to describe this guy. On the one hand, He's hard. He's a former Gulf War infantry marine. Gruff. Pretty high tolerance for pain. He once pulled out his own tooth because he couldn't see the surgeon 'till after the weekend. No really. That happened. When He's not doing undecipherable tech stuff, He likes [...]

My Best Friend: Frisco

By |2018-04-23T15:55:52+00:00April 22nd, 2018|

  I'm not really into terms like 'best friend.' It sounds like something The Girl would say, and dogs have way more dignity than to do their nails together and watch 50 First Dates until 2 in the morning; but it would get confusing if I said what he really is: my brother from another [...]

The Boy is Leaving

By |2018-02-28T16:53:57+00:00March 5th, 2018|

  Well, this is gonna be sad – Siri started crying while I was dictating drafts.  Just warning you ahead of time if you don’t like that kind of thing. She doesn’t.  That’s why She’s been acting like it’s just another week. Making dumb jokes about having to do all the heavy stuff in the [...]

The Party’s Over

By |2018-02-28T16:56:08+00:00February 12th, 2018|

  He and I – I and He. That's all it's been for two weeks now. But it's coming to an end tonight when She Returns. Don't get the wrong idea. I like Her. She throws weeds, lets me get dirty and puts an egg on my food in the morning. She's not putting it [...]

The Cats in My Life: Pepper

By |2018-02-28T16:57:37+00:00January 29th, 2018|

  Where to begin. I'm a Jack Russell Terrier.  I know it and They knew it way before there was any talk of bringing me into the family. That doesn't mean good things for cats. But as a bonus, it doesn't mean good things for rats, voles, moles, groundhogs, skunks (That was, upon reflection, a [...]

Plant People and Parties

By |2018-02-28T16:58:55+00:00January 14th, 2018|

  I’m not into these big parties She likes to throw. Lots of smells, lots of chaos, usually lots of little kids and everyone way too distracted to get off their butts and throw my ball; but I’ve gotta say, a party made up of plant people usually means a party made up of pet [...]

No Respect for The Working Dog

By |2018-02-28T17:26:38+00:00December 25th, 2017|

A Nylabone. The groundhogs I kill for this family, and THAT’s what I get for Christmas. Gotta say, pretty underwhelmed.  Thinking Molly’s humans are giving her the run of Pet Smart right now and let’s face it, Frisco’s so damned spoiled he’s probably having his nails shampooed with the tears of angels while he licks [...]

May I introduce Mungo?

By |2018-02-20T20:40:44+00:00December 9th, 2017|

  Many long time readers don't need an introduction to Mungo, our well-loved Jack Russell who is my constant companion in the garden.  Every garden should have a garden dog, and if you're a cat person instead, every garden should have a garden cat.  We've got both (well, several when it comes to cats) and [...]