Nama here; due to my impressive ears, it is suspected that I have some Pharaoh hound in my bloodline. If this is true, I may have to begin lobbying to have my name changed from "Nama" to "Nefertiti"; isn't this is how Charlie handled it when she began to realize her own claims towards royalty? Suddenly a simple name such as "Charlie Bravo" seemed vaguely inappropriate for a dog bent on global domination, so she…

That light at the end of the tunnel ain't a train... It seems like lately there has been an inordinate number of followers of Charlie's page who have recently lost canine and feline family members. Or it may be that FB's algorithm has deemed it necessary to share this info with me for whatever reason; who knows why that they do what they do. There has been so many sad posts flooding my feed that…

Yo, Dad! MacDuff? Is that you? How is this even possible? Well, Dad, you've been trying too hard to look and listen with your ears, when you should have been listening with your heart. Alright then; let's say, just for the sake of argument, that this is really happening and I didn't just get some bad mushrooms on my pizza. I've lost many "special" dogs before, and this communication from the far side of the…

Hello darkness, my old friend it’s daylight savings once again now the dusk so early starts it’s creeping instead of exercising, I’m now sleeping And my waistband, from the calories unplanned Still expands I blame the lack of daylight It’s much too early to turn in it’s that or Netflix once again the dogs already waiting there for me as soon as I crash they all have to pee Then all hell breaks loose when…

MacDuff? How did you know my name? And where am I? I'm Stevie Mae. Charlie sent word that you might be heading this way, so all of us waited; we've all been dying to meet you. Just who is "us"? Wait a minute, I've heard Dad talk about you; after Charlie, weren't you the second to come and the first to leave the Casa? That's me; at the time, no one understood my abrupt departure,…

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help- Psalms 121 Today, Nama and I headed north into the Ozarks to see where this trip would take us. But first we made a quick stop at an animal shelter to check out a dog that numerous people had forwarded me. Although he was a beautiful black dog, his mind was clearly elsewhere, and there was absolutely no connection; not a…

Intense love doesn't matter, it only gives‐ Mother Teresa Before he was interred yesterday, MacDuff took his last motorcycle ride. Although he would have preferred to ride on the back of the Honda, circumstances obviously dictated that he ride in the sidecar; the throne on the back was occupied by none other than the Queen herself. We took the same circuitous route that we have taken without issue hundreds if not thousands of times without…