A wise man learns from other's mistakes, an average man learns from his own mistakes, but a fool never learns. Obviously, I am a fool. Regardless of how I fight the system, I seem to always have at least two dogs on my person whenever I am anything resembling horizontal. Usually, one of these dogs is Charlie, who has the special talent of burying her bony elbow directly into my solar plexus while simultaneously lathering…

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What is UP with THIS?... Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like that they could use a borderline scalding hot shower to wash this electronic scum off off of our collective backs? Or better yet, to take a dive into a icy mountain stream where the roar of the rapids can drown out the cacophony of crapola that they're slamming into our subconscious? I used to believe that what the Book of…

Dad here; it's midnight at the Casa, and the house is full of snoring, whuffling and farting canines. I have to get up early in the morning, and you would think that I would have at least as much sense as the inmates, but they have a distinct advantage: They don't get all spun up over social media. I, on the other hand, log on with perfectly good intentions; I'll have a great idea for…

All that wander are not lost,  a and all that lean are not off balance -Charlie Bravo Dad here; I seem to have an addiction to all things two wheeled and four legged. When I found Charlie and was able to fit the two pieces of that puzzle together, it was if an itch was being scratched that I didn't even previously know existed. But that being said, sometimes I just have to go solo…

Dad here; many harvests ago, I had a friend who's dad was an outdoor writer for a local newspaper. As such, he thought that he should have a suitable hunting dog to fill out his image, so he used his connections to secure a pedigreed beagle with a bloodline that seemed to go back as far as Plymouth Rock. I have long since forgotten the dog's officially pompous name, as we quickly shortened it to…

Dad here: welcome to my world. Charlie and I are currently hiding out in the Cave Canem in a desperate attempt at maintaining some sanity. You see, the Casa has been invaded be a barbarian horde of vicious, noisy, furry little creatures. Wait just a minute; Titus has also just showed up in search of refuge, and I expect that Claire and Stubb will be following shortly. What about Mom and her dogs, you ask?…