Unemployment, social division, an election resembling a uncivil war, bad news peremeating the very atmosphere in which we live, a toxic stew every bit as vile as the crate from whence I came; it's sometimes difficult for this normally vivacious girl to maintain a positive outlook and post accordingly. But then I remember that we all have a mission, and mine has always been to focus on the positive; what kind of ambassador for good…

Once upon a midnight dreary, I tossed and turned, all weak and weary Banished from the bed onto the hardwood floor When deep beneath the quilts I heard a yarking A heaving sound,  a silent barking Is it a false alarm, or cause to flee these shores? Thus quoth the Charlie; Nevermore.  I dared not peek beneath the covers As odors abiding there are known to hover The ghosts of Alpo past, a foul vapour…

The house was quiet at midnight; dad was out like a light, hammered from spending the day hammering through the Ouachita mountains with Zach, Fletch and Tim. If you don't remember Tim, he is the scruffy half of the Matthew Mcgonehey/Jane Seymour dopplegangers that we ran into out in Moab. Although we usually prefer solitary riding, sometimes there is something very comforting in having a cloud of dust marking the trail before you, as well…

Howdy! I'm the latest addition to the extended Casa del Whackos family, setting up housekeeping at the Casa del Zach es Tara (don't tell the landlord). The shelter from whenst I came named me "Lola", an unfortunate moniker; of the only two Lolas of which I'm aware,both were featured in song. One was a showgirl and the other had gender identification issues. Why didn't they(the shelter, not the Lolas) just complete the travesty and engrave…

Dad and I have never liked spending much time dwelling on my condition when I exited the crate; it seems that there is more than enough negative garbage being spewed by the media without any help from us. Instead, it has been our mission from the beginning to spread good news, because at the end of the day, there is no bad news, just varying degrees of good news, based totally on our perception. But…