Dad here; two years ago today, I had the honor of meeting many of you for the very first time. We had recently found Charlie, but her story had yet to really take hold. I was scheduled for surgery to reverse the colostomy when a freak snowstorm blew through Little Rock, effectively shutting down the hospital and postponing the resection until the following week. I was NOT pleased. Playing in the snow has always been…

Max here... Recently, dad went back to work and had to score a new car for business purposes: the only things he likes less than dealing with auto dealerships is going to the proctologist or the dentist, even in that order, and even if they're the same peroom, on the same visit. Actually, we have great empathy for the actual salesman, it's the self-important manager behind the curtain I wouldn't hike my leg on if…

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…