AKA: How to get dogs into a loft when you only have a ladder.
I promise it won’t be a 24-Hour Pity Party, just the usual stuff on my mind, most of which is stupid but makes me happy to put into words.
Chief is off to boarding school for a week. It might seem a little early for such a drastic measure but I’m going out of town this weekend and he’s not potty trained enough (i.e. at all) to leave him with a house sitter. I found I trainer I think I like who does board […]
We talked. First about her, then about me. I talked to her about what it’s like to care for someone with advancing dementia.
It’s so fucking cute up in here. When I first got Chief – what was it? coming on three weeks ago – I was in the weeds. The sleep/potty/other animals situation was completely out of control. It was a bed of my own making so I tried to not complain too much … … except […]
It would be just my luck to end up with a 135 pound freak of nature.
I want to teach him all kinds of tricks like shake, roll over, and sploot on command.
Between Bates’s constant rumble of doom, Minx running around a knocking everything off the shelves and almost catching on fire, Scheissehund making up for lost time on my leg, and Chief whimpering in the kennel, I got almost no sleep.
By “talking me into it” I mean that she posted a picture of her campsite on Facebook with the caption that she was in a great place to see the eclipse and no, she’s not telling you where she is!
You should totally give him that chicken. They can live in his trailer in Longmont together.