Mazzy, today you are six years old! We like you at six! Can you please stay six forever? For your birthday we took you to the lake for a good swim. I am certain this is what your heaven will … Continue reading →

This week my trunk was loaded with everything from around the house that was worthy of donating to The Salvation Army. And I do mean EVERYTHING.

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 she was very little, my sister embarrassed my parents by remarking “That DAMN DOG” in front of good company. But truthfully, nothing sums up this evening better than those three words. As a result of running a 10k, coddling … Continue reading →

Finally, finally I am able to mildly enjoy my pets. We got the Furminator and I am all “where have you been all my life?” Let me just show you a couple piles of hair it snagged off of my … Continue reading →