Moxie, today you are eight. According to catcalculator.com that makes you FIFTY. Middle-aged. Don’t worry, we still remember you at zero, when Jim thought you were a rat. Please forgive, he was only one letter off. Truth be told, you’re … Continue reading →

Imagine, pulling into your garage to find this: But that’s nothing when you consider to get inside, you have to step over this: Why do we own pets, exactly?

Mazzy turned five this weekend, which means in dog years she has just surpassed me in age. Gosh, I hope I don’t get that many gray hairs (on my chin, no less!) in the next three years. Poor thing. Despite … Continue reading →

When my doctor told me that I need to take it as easy as possible at home, I bet she didn’t have this in mind… Last week, Jim is just wrapping up bath time with Bastien. I am busy downstairs … Continue reading →

Mazzy, today you turned 4-years-old. This hasn’t been your best year quite frankly, what with the constant knocking down of Bastien and stealing of his food–then having the nerve to get all growly when he wants you to share yours. … Continue reading →

Moxie, today you are five years old. You’ve come a long way since the day we acquired you and weren’t sure if you were a rat or what. And then we took you to the only vet in Metro Detroit … Continue reading →