It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living!
Sunday morning at the Casa del Whackos; last night's rain has continued it's march eastward, taking the pollen with it, but no one is willing be the first to acknowledge…
Thus quoth the Charlie
Once upon a midnight dreary, I tossed and turned, all weak and weary Banished from the bed onto the hardwood floor When deep beneath the quilts I heard a yarking…
DAD’SGONE!!
OMIDOGOMIDOGOMIDOG!!CLAIRECOMEQUICKTHIS ISTERRIBLEOHNOWHATAREWEGONNADO? whuuuut? MOMJUSTLETUSINFROMOUTSIDEANDDAD'SGONEOMIGODWHATTAWEGONNADOWHATIFHEGOTCAUGHTUPIN THERUPTURE? whuuut? Charlie's in there on the bed where dad usually is, why don't you go ask her? OMIGODTHAT'STRUEMAYBESHEATE HIMNOWHE'SALLGONEANDWE'REALL ALONEWITHMOMANDSHELIKES MARCOBESTANYWAYNOWHE'LLGET ALLTHEGOODSNACKS!!!WHATTAWEGONNADO? Ajax! Chill out…
vocare ad plagam
Dad here; 0500 at the Casa del Whackos and Charlie is taking full advantage of her name day,refusing to do her own post this morning. The rest of the dogs…
Footprints in the cheese dip
Betsy Robb is not a good person. If you will remember, she's the president of the Friends of the Little Rock Animal Village who originally tuned up and played dad…
Grace shall return
Dad here; in case you haven't noticed by now, I tend to find inspiration in the oddest places. Charlie's story is a prime example on this Easter Day. Although much…
