Dad here; Charlie, Mia, and Max are curled up and occidental-eyed on the bed, recuperating from another exciting pre-dawn tinkle under the watchful eye of the supermoon. Charlie's saga never ceases to amaze me with it's own peculiar ebb and flow; it will seem to be settling down and possibly even fading into Internet oblivion when something unknown always seems to happen, sparking it back to life. Charlie certainly doesn't spend anytime fretting over the…

Hey, dad! 'Sup, Charlie? Whatcha doin'? It doesn't appear to be very dog inclusive, at least from where I'm sitting. Don't play dumb, you self centered diva. You know good and well that I'm dealing with the carnage that you inmates leave in the garage; to get this level of destruction, I almost suspect you of bussing dogs in from neighboring cities to participate in your protests. Well dad, isn't it true that "black labs…

The Casa is not a political place, as by the very term, politics are divisive and we're all about inclusion. That's not to say we don't have strong opinions. I have been considering carefully the words I would employ after the election, and determined to say the exact same thing regardless of the outcome. Since the beginning, the purpose of my page has been to be a refuge from both the incessant negative and the…

How could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?”  ― Plato, The Allegory of the Cave An old friend of dad's found my story last night, and like most, her initial response was, "how sad!". Then she dug farther into the posts and began to see that the beginning of the story only serves to highlight my current status. I sometimes forget that there are newcomers to…

Miss Ellie here; dad and I left Charlie, mom, and the rest of the inmates at the Casa, and went on a little "date night". The local multiplex had a one night showing of "Rush: Time Stand Still", a documentary featuring the forty year career and retirement of the iconic Canadian rock band. As he was going solo, Dad started to take the bike, but I was having none of that nonsense; what could be…

Life at the Casa is strange; last night I had exhausted myself by barking at the trick or treaters and had crashed on the living room floor. Mia sauntered into the room and I awoke to find a red dog casually hunching on my head as if this is perfectly acceptable behavior, which it is not. I arose with alacrity to return the favor, while Max looked on from the relative safety of the couch,…

Psst! Max! You awake? (From underneath the covers)I am now, you hyperactive doofus! What do you want now? As soon as dad wakes up, let's begin bombarding him with guilt so he will feel obligated to take us for a ride! But what if he has other things he would rather do? Wait a minute, I think I just had a twinge of conscience(shudder)... your Honor, please strike that last comment from the record. That's…