Stuck in the middle with you
Well I don't know why I try to lay here at night, I get the feeling that the floor I'll soon bite I'm so scared I haven't slept in two…
Will the circle be unbroken
The sun is rising over the dewy grass of the Casa del Whackos. It's going to heat up to be another of those oppressive July days that points to the…
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…
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…
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.…
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…
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…
