Dad here; Charlie's sprawled out on Casa del Whackos' equivalent of the Iron Throne, my recliner, so I'm using the relative lull in the madness to reclaim the iPad. When Zach and I first found Charlie in the crate, I was initially very concerned that she was infected with the mange, and would spread it to the other inmates at the Casa; this fear was unfounded, as the excessive hair loss was due to extreme…

Dad took mom over to meet Mrs M today; you know, to head off any potential jealousy issues, but it seems to have backfired. She and mom ganged up on dad, and he came home with his tail tucked, looking to ME for sympathy; as if! I know I'm formidable, but does he really think think that I'm getting embroiled in that brouhaha? NOT!

Miss Ellie here; it's been a looong recovery for  this old girl. What was supposed to be a relatively straight forward procedure with a week recovery time stretched into a two month saga, essentially doubling the original estimate and causing me to miss the Colorado trip,but now that's all now behind me and my prognosis is excellent. Imagine my joy when mom dropped off not just dad, but also Charlie and Max to pick me…

Even though I'm not a Catholic dog, I read a lot and have a great respect for the good works and sacrifices of the saints.  Some have said that, due to his love for animals, St Francis of Assisi should be the patron saint of the Casa del Whackos, but dad has always felt the St Jude was more appropriate, as he is the patron saint of hope and lost causes.  Trevor Ware, Special Olympics,…

let's get this straight; I'm expected to scratch your butt while sitting on the toilet (me, not you), take you on motorcycle rides while you rupture my eardrums, sacrifice any semblance of a full night's sleep so that you can change your mind  every 5 seconds concerning sleeping arrangements, lay there and take it for as long as you deem necessary when you decide to go into a licking fit? Right so far, dad; and…

Predawn at the Casa; it's going to be another scorcher, as the heat and stupidity are already on the rise and the sun hasn't even began to clear the horizon. Dad, Max and I have relocated to the couch as waking mom at this hour carries repercussions that I don't even want to consider. My story seems to travel in cycles, with periods of relative calm followed by spikes of frenetic activity; during one of…

The heat at the Casa has been pretty brutal since we returned from Colorado, but it's summertime in Arkansas; what do expect? One benefit to having two potentially infected pups on the premises is that the parental units are keeping us totally seperated, which means that Mia and I have been staying in the kitchen during the day. The A/C is great, but I would much rather be outside  where I can keep an eye…