On getting a puppy.

Somehow, during the not so dog days of August this year, I thought it was time to get a dog.  I know how that sounds, but please know the two are not connected. Or perhaps they are, the humidity this summer as opposed to the dry heat we’re used to saturating my perspective on daily…

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Needing Company in Any Form

When I’m home, Precious (aka Fresh-ness or The Yack Star) is now rarely far from either myself or the RTR. And if neither of us is available, the doggo seems to do. She’s not howling as much as she was a month ago, but still does, and will respond when one of us howls back…

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The sun did come up today.

I need the sky to be grey and angry looking. I want the wind to blow and rain to fall. But it’s blue as far as I can see. I don’t want to hear the kids at the end of the block playing in the cul-de-sac. But they’re laughing and screaming at one another, having…

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My Dear Doggo…

Day eight-thousand three-hundred ninety two of NaBloPoMo. Or something like that. At this point, I’m wondering if I’ll ever see Tara again. November 7, 2007 My dear Doggo, You gave us quite a quiet fright last night. It took a while for us to realize that you hadn’t engaged in your usual routine of staring…

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House Sitters and Sexy Party Gifts

I think the first trip the MoH and I took together was to Las Vegas. Neither of us had ever been, and I’m not sure what prompted it, but off we went to end up at a fairly seedy hotel and casino somewhere off The Strip and that no longer exists. We drove across the…

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