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The Ball

By |2018-03-19T12:51:29+00:00March 19th, 2018|

  These people don't get it. I. Just. Want. The. Ball. It really doesn't matter which one.  Just something round.  Something that bounces, or doesn't.  Something that's green, or isn't.  I seriously don't care - I just want you to throw it.  And throw it again. Oh, and I'll bring it back and drop it [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]