Weekend Update
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;…
Duke
(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…
Thank you, x1000
Dad recently finished the bathroom floor before going back to work; he has the best of intentions but his actual handiwork is sometimes suspect. This particular project started well, but unded up looking like an enraged toddler had randomly thrown his blocks on the floor; oh well, a healthy dose of caulk covers a vast quantity of ineptitude. Like everything else at the Casa, I view the project as being exclusively for my benefit, as…
Senor Bultaco el Vivaracho de la Casa del Whackos
Max here: between Bull's limited command of the English language and the difficulty he has typing and using Google Translate due to his injured right wing, I will be helping him post until he can attend some night classes at the local community college. From what I can piece together from his story, his original name was simply Hector, and he was born on Cinco de Mayo in Guadalajara, Mexico in the year of our…
Contento Charkday!
Dad here; today's post will be short, as to leave room for a Bultaco update after mom hopefully gets him x-rayed today. Sleeping conditions have been further compromised at the Casa; I awoke at 0300 with a little round chihuahua butt perfectly molded into my right armpit, a snoring Charlie hanging off of my right hip like Hans Solo's blaster, and a wiry Max trying to assimilate himself into my left kidney. Mia must have…
