Sone people say that dogs have no sense of time, based on the fact that we're just as ecstatic to see you after five minutes as after five days. The sound of dad's car pulling up in the driveway triggers a paroxysm of joy that can only eventually be subdued by bolting madly around the yard, then into the Casa carrying at least half of the yard with me on my great white hooves. At…

Psst... que pasa, Charlee? What's up, Bultaco? How does one know when one ees truly an inmate of zee Casa, and not intransiente'? Well, Bull, there is no vetting process, you just show up and kind of stick around, and you eventually become family. The same is true of my siblings around the world; most show up in the beginning just to check out the train wreck that is the Casa del Whackos and quickly…

Max here; since dad has went back to work, he has packed on a few pounds. In a humanitarian effort to prevent him from looking any more than he already does like a fire plug with thinning hair, the inmates at the Casa have devised a daily workout plan. 0300: advanced hot yoga session involving the Inverted Dog and pre-Sunrise Salutation positions to lever out of bed when nature calls, or Mia decides that she's…

It's a unseasonably warm February morning, which brings up memories of posting from the back porch of the Casa. A parade of dogs trots through my mind, not the least being Stevie, who loved nothing better that hanging out at my feet, lazily watching the hummingbirds through that janky eye, so I thought I would do a quick update on the current inmates. Angel: Angel is an old girl, and the matriarch of the Casa;…

(Insert voice of Sam Elliott here) Howdy.... I'm the Duke. While not officially not an inmate at the Casa del Whackos, i have my own story to tell. Although my looks are deceiving, I'm actually a three month old puppy that someone left tied to the door of a local shelter. Did I panic or fret? Not in the least, as I had a plan; if Charlie could find a Casa to rule in the…