It’s official. Honey is middle-aged. Although she didn’t ask for anything for her birthday this past Thursday, there are a few things I wish I could give her.
Yesterday I posted this picture of my husband’s latest boat project. It will make life easier for us and harder for Honey. Did you guess what it is?
Why haven’t I posted exciting pictures of our travels? Or talked about new places? Because we haven’t moved in a long time. Honey loves it. It feels like home.
I don’t know if I feel worse for what I put her through or better for how proud I am of how she handled it. But I do know that I’ve never loved my dog more. Here’s why. (Sorry folks, no pictures. Once you read on, you’ll understand why.)
It’s freaking cold. Most of the other boating snow birds are already in Florida, the Bahamas, or arriving there shortly. We’re still asking ourselves: where will Honey land?
Have you wondered how Honey likes being a boat dog? Here’s a pupdate.
We met some new friends recently. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a picture of our visit? How hard can it be to get a nice shot of two people and three dogs?
Usually Honey loves meeting new friends. I’ve explained to her that Hurricane Joaquin is not someone she wants to meet. I think she understands.
Warning: Today’s post is disgusting, hopefully funny, and definitely filled with too much information. Please be advised that its content may be too much for people with delicate sensibilities. If that is you, please leave now and come back later in the week for cute dog pictures and happy stories. For the rest of you …
It’s official. We’re homeless. Or at least living off the kindness of relatives. How did Honey cope with the big move?