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Some pictures have me scratching my head. I think they do the same for my dog Honey.

When someone named this street, do you think they were talking about the lovely waterfront site? Or were they just waiting for Honey to come along?

This morning, the Husband gives Pam a break with a guest post. I had seen them many times before, walking through the streets of our former neighborhood in upstate New York: a man and his wife, older, but not “elderly,” always dressed nicely but never ostentatiously, in serene and stately stride with their two large …

Recently I noticed that Honey and I have something in common. No, it’s not constant shedding (although there are lots of long silver and gold hair on our pillows). It’s that we both act like we’re in the mafia.

I think I know exactly what someone else is thinking. But most of the time, it turns out that I’m completely wrong. What if I’m just as mistaken about Honey? What does my dog really think?

My dog Honey has it bad. She’s in love with an older dog. But I’m sorry to say that Honey’s love is unrequited. And I don’t know how to help her.

I pay thousands of dollars each year for homeowner’s, medical, and (rental) car insurance. And I never make a claim. If I really wanted protection, I’d get dog insurance.

Instead of folding up Honey’s crate and moving it to the attic every morning before prospective buyers come to look at the house, we’ve decided to let her sleep on the bed. Yeah, that’s why I’m yawning. But I do have some great tips for sharing your bed with a dog. Tips For Sharing Your …

I know what other people say about me. I’m a crazy dog person. But how crazy would people think I am if they saw me with my dog behind closed doors?

With bitter cold and a busy schedule, I’ve gained a few pounds. But it’s not my dog Honey’s fault. She’s an excellent personal trainer.