I KNOW THERE IS SOMETHING HERE. Something deep in my terrier brain, a message from my ancient ancestors, compels me forward to FIND THAT DAMN VARMINT. While I have absolutely no idea of what it is, IT SMELLS RIGHT, and that’s all that matters. ONCE MORE, INTO THE BREACH Neither rain, nor sleet, nor CONCRETE…
Oh, snowman. You pathetic little frozen beast. Not even much of a snowman – just three slightly smaller sized lumps smashed on top of one another. Your arms aren’t exactly anatomically correct either, it would be difficult for you to accomplish much of anything with those oddly-placed appendages. You only have two. I have three. …
Twas a wee bit frosty out this morning, the first I have encountered here in Pittsburgh. Â Yes, winter is coming and I am preparing by ignoring mama as she starts to pull my sweatshirts, coats, and the dreaded booties out of storage. During the morning’s stick-catching frolics, I laid down for a moment to catch…
I am a creative sort. A dreamer. A dog who revels in the natural world, the seasons, and sticks at every opportunity. Luckily mama understands my nature and encourages me to constantly improve my stick-arranging-talent. So each day, we leave our apartment with two or three sticks to start. Sometimes I add to the arrangement,…
Grrr. That dreaded time that rolls around every year when the weather starts to get warmer, and the grass starts to get greener. HAIRECUT TIME. For many years I was handstripped by mama and dad – always retaining a bit of my signature scruff, but less, and shorter fuzz. In the last few years both…
