Usually my dog goes naked. But I can see a few silly reasons Honey might wear a coat. And one serious one.
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Do Dogs Fight Because They Can’t Lie?
“Sorry, I can’t come over because my family is visiting.” “Thank you so much. These purple socks with barfing unicorns are adorable.” I’ve done it. You’ve done it. We’ve all lied. But dogs don’t lie. Is that why they fight?
The Latest Rage in Furniture Design?
My husband always wanted to be one of those fancy architects who designed furniture. You know, like Frank Lloyd Wright, Marcel Breuer, and Charles Eames. What do you think? Will this be the latest rage in furniture design?
Sometimes We All Need A Little Hope And Encouragement
Some days I can’t take any more. If I read another story about whales trapped in nets or dogs dying from contaminated dog treats or the latest rant about ego-filled trophy hunters I’m going to scream. I get offline and go looking for something hopeful to read. Because sometimes we all need a little hope.
Why I Don’t Take Pictures At The Vet
Honey did the cutest thing at the vet last week. I know you would have gotten a kick out of seeing it. But I don’t have a single image. Sorry. I don’t take pictures at the vet.
Do Dogs Understand Us Better Than We Understand Them?
I’ve always said I didn’t want a dog smarter than I was. But I may have one. In fact, I think my dog understands me better than I understand her.
Is It My Head In A Cone?
Are you expecting a coherent thoughtful post? Maybe something with a bit of humor? Or something to make you think? Nope. It isn’t going to happen. I’m so mixed up I feel like it’s my head in a cone. Here are my random thoughts.
Why Should Cats Have All The Fun?
Honey has one question:
My Dog Only Talks To Big Dogs
Do you remember the scene in 101 Dalmatians where the dogs passed along the news of the stolen puppies by barking at twilight? Well if Honey had been one of the dogs in the movie, those puppies would never have been found. Because my dog Honey only talks to big dogs.
Oh No! I’m A Minion!
I’ve about had it with those squeaky, yellow suppositories that pop up everywhere you look. Y’know. those minions?* But I’ve come to a horrible realization. I’m a minion. Are you?