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My Story Begins Here…

Dad here. On a cold, raw day in January, my son Zach and I were making a high speed pass through a rural area east of Little Rock when we spotted a dog crate partially hidden in the weeds beside the road. Something – or Someone – made us stop and check the crate. What we found was beyond horrible... A full sized dog reduced to a ragged, scabby skeleton, smelling so strongly of death…
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Dad’s a failure

Hello, group; my name is dad, and I'm a foster failure. (Group, in unison) Hello, dad. It always starts with just one look; what can it hurt? Surely, someone one else will step up this time and I won't have to expose myself to the blessing and the curse. (Hair covered lady, twisting an empty leash around her shaking hands) But what about the cases that only I have the expertise to assist? Surely, in…
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Wont you be my neighbor?

Charlie here; the first physical copy of the book is due in my paws for final proofing this coming Wednesday, and dad and I are NOT calm and collected. This has been a dream since the beginning, three years in the making, a conglomeration of new and old, with a further explanation of my inauspicious beginnings, and to actually see it in physical form is enough to make me need to go outside and eat…

The Dog Days of Summer

The sun also rises on another long hot summer day, and it looks like a dog bomb has been detonated on the battleground, er, bed, at the Casa del Whackos. Whereas when I was trying to sleep earlier while the the Battle of Bitey Mouth was being waged all around me, now that it's time to start the day, the dogs have all assumed full crash positions, appearing as skydivers that somehow forgot to pack…
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Reginald MacDuff

Dad here; I once had a couple of friends, brothers actually, who had an exceptionally hard-headed beagle named Reggie. He was supposed to be some sort of super focused hunting dog from a long line of champions, hence the pompous pedigreed full name of Reginald MacDuff, followed by some important looking Roman numerals. Much to the dismay of my friend's father, who happened to be the hunting and fishing editor of the Catholic newspaper, the…
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The end of an era

It has been a while since a true "Sunday post" here at the Casa del Whackos; life has been coming so hard and fast that it has been difficult to back up and process the insanity. We had some visitors from up north yesterday who did us the inestimable honor of sacrificing their vacation to come meet Charlie; of course, the Charles found nothing odd about this in the least, as everyone that shows up…
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Facebook’s #1 rule

If a video or a post brings you even a microsecond of relief from the drama of every day life, do NOT dare sneak a peek at the attached comments. It would seem that people are so happy to wallow in their own misery that they cannot resist dragging everyone else into the quagmire of their own self loathing. There is a classic line in the movie Last of the Mohicans; "Magua's heart is twisted;…
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The waiting is the hardest part

My dad has began his final withdrawal, this time inside himself. In the beginning of the process some years ago, it was a bit hard not to be resentful; after all, how could he NOT remember who I am? I, who for years was the most important thing in his universe? And how is it fair, just when I think that that we have finished raising our own children, somewhere along the way we have…
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