I should probably apologize in advance for this post, due to it's length and subject matter, but I refuse; this one's for me. I have a disease. Sometimes that disease goes into remission for a time, but still it's always there, lurking just beneath the surface. But this is a strange disease, as it usually chooses to manifest itself at the most inappropriate of times, periods where I am least prepared to deal with it's…

Dad here; colorectal cancer is the third most common cancer diagnosed in both men and women in the United States; well, it isn't going to get me. This is why I'm getting my plumbing snaked first thing in the AM, so I guess you know what I'll be doing tonight. To "pass" the time and with apologies to the Bee Gees, I debase myself for your entertainment with my version of 'Staying Alive"... Well you…

Happy Charlie Bravo Day! Dad here; I can't remember if I ever told the story of how the Duff came to be an inmate at the Casa del Whackos, and I'm too lazy to go back in the archives and look... So, anyways; it seems that there has always been a scruffy-faced terrier in the mix at the Casa. First it was Ivan the Terrier, numerous foster schnauzers, Max E. Million, then last being Ajax…

As we approach the seventh anniversary of Charlie's emancipation from the crate, I think that it's a good time to address some of the questions that we get asked time and again. So here we go... #1: how old is Charlie? We honestly don't know. We initially thought that she was approximately a year old when she came out of the crate, as her teeth, jaws, and bone structure where fully developed. However, this was…

Corona comes to the Casa... Three days ago, I started feeling a bit under the weather. Cramps, chills, having to run around the toilet just so I could hit the water; probably just a cold, I thought. But I NEVER get sick; if something happens to me, it's usually the result of some sort of trauma, not a germ. Besides, I've been vaccinated, and to the very best of my knowledge, have not been around…

I have a disease. Sometimes that disease goes into remission for a time, but still it's always there, lurking just beneath the surface. But this is a strange disease, as it usually chooses to manifest itself at the most inappropriate of times, periods where I am least prepared to deal with it's awful symptoms... Disease, thy name is wanderlust. And I am experiencing an extreme flare up right now, in the dead of winter with…

Happy Charlie Bravo Day! The Casa del Whackos is somewhat of a conundrum; we strive to be a chaotic retreat from the barrage of negativity that constantly assaults us all daily. And it is chaotic; the addition of the Jude Bear and Woodrow F. MacDuff to the mix make Friday posts an almost impossibility, as they demand constant attention and will NOT be denied. Then there's Oba. For many weeks Mom and I were convinced…