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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…

The Stubb

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Slobbers

There are some very good times and some not quite as good times at the Casa del Whackos. But usually the best times come at the most unexpected times, and this was the case tonight. Everyone had crashed early, and canine snores filled the air as dogs were sprawled everywhere it was most inconvenient. Great, I thought; I'll get a little writing done. Then I heard that all too familiar high-pitched whine, and feel that…

Recap

Yo dad, what’s up? Hey, Charlie! Just sitting here thinking about how much water has passed beneath the bridge in the years since the last book; it’s been quite the party hasn’t it? What are your thoughts on the matter? Well, I have heard that the ancient Chinese had a curse: “May you live in interesting times”, and recent times have been “interesting”, to say the least. For better or worse, there seems to be…

Butt squeezin’

What is UP with that place? And what place would that be, Ajax? Ohhhh... you mean (cue scary music) THE VET!!! You ain't never lied! Dad said something about making my butthole faster, or I wouldn't have agreed to go in the first place! Hold on there, Jax; how were you supposed to make your butt faster? I heard Dad tell Mom that he was going to have my anal glands expressed, so what was…

Four times

We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing -George Bernard Shaw Every one asks about the Casa's fascination with the Zia, the symbol most commonly seen on the flag of New Mexico. The symbol is a circle that has four groups of four lines, extending from the top, bottom, left, and right sides of the circle. ... The circle in the middle of the rays ties the rays…

The mouse

Dad here; a seismic shift is beginning to rumble throughout the Casa del Whackos; Oba‐wan's hut renovation is nearing completion, and the moving process is beginning to lurch forward. I will finally be able to once again stumble to the refrigerator in the wee hours of the morning clad in ought but my underdrawers without fear of finding Oba sitting at the kitchen table, a fact that I'm sure that she's thankful for as well.…

Oba-san

Just an average night at the Casa del Whackos... Oba(Japanese for "grandmother")is mom's 83 year old, 4' 9" Okinawan mama-san that has recently moved in with us. As she is NOT a fan of dogs, the learning curve for all involved has been a bit steep at times. Imagine not being fond of a certain thing, then being immersed up to your neck in that very thing. I guess that it would be like me…
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