Pop goes the weasel
As I'm going to be a bit incognito over the next two weeks, starting a new career and all that, I figured that I would go out with a "bang",…
No, no, no…
Dad here; today, mom, Marco and I are heading north into the land where a "Coke" is called a "pop". We are on our way to Illinois for the unexpected…
The Zia
Mom is enroute from North Carolina to the Casa to escape Hurricane Dorian, but is inseta bringing with her Hurricane Titus and tropical storm Oba; dad and I are making…
Sleeping with a cat
I did a very bad thing... Something so heinous that I had to wait until I had reached the ripe old age of fifty-seven to stoop to the level of…
Senor Don Gato de Diablo
Does it ever stop? The stories keep coming so hard and fast that I can't keep up with them; I have great news from Last Chance Rescue concerning Lady Madonna…
I am first a dog
Right now, I am embracing my inner redneck: sitting on the couch with a busted collarbone, watching a documentary about Lynryd Skynyrd and watching three pit bulls reenact the Battle…
The aftermath
Waking up at zero dark thirty, feeling as battered as French toast, waiting for the Oxy fairy to wave her magic wand and take the edge off of this pain.…
