I have posted many times about how HRH The Princess Bunny Blaze loves to have her photo taken. And how Marshal Dillon Dingle... Read More
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… on an unexpected sleep-over
As you know, a few weeks ago I sent the Nearly Perfect Husband and Gabe, the Self-Proclaimed Perfect Boy, to the emergency vets in... Read More
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… on complicated females
HRH the Princess Bunny-Blaze (a.k.a., Blaze) is a complicated female. She also has a very important job, and jobs are important for all German... Read More
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… on not-so-brave explorers
German ShepHerds are an interesting breed of dog. Certainly wHip-smart. Sometimes, scarily so. Also, quite funny in that ‘sure- I- look- like- I- could-... Read More
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… on a new job with an old man
Over the weekend, Grampa had a particularly tough morning. His sleeping has been all turned around for quite some time, and he had been... Read More
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… on the last marble
He never did have all his marbles. But c’mon, most labs don’t. I mean, who – when dealing with a full set – eats... Read More
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… on diminutive domesticated carnivorous mammal remedy
Ya, I meant ‘Puppy Therapy’. But, c’mon, it’s a Monday and it is actually snowing where I am, and I’m a little sigh-ish about that,... Read More
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… on a day with a teeny bit of over-perspective
Yep. Fred. Forever grateful for anything with cheese mixed in, and this morning’s breakfast was cheesy eggs. He was a happy, happy dog. Right... Read More
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… on always wanting more time
We’re not sure what happened, actually. Fred was fine. And then he wasn’t. On Monday we were playing with his favorite tug toy and... Read More
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… on a low-down, underhanded, sneaky theft
In 2002, while Granny and Grampa (the Old Yankee Man) were in Florida, Grampa’s dog died. Sunny was a ‘pound dog’. A collie/shepherd/who-knows-what-else mix.... Read More
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… on a sheepish husband and blind fred
Last night, the Nearly Perfect Husband came huffing and puffing into the Living Room. He was snow-covered and holding a shovel in his hand.... Read More
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… on shepherd philosophy
After the recent storm, I was watching the ShepHerds play. It was so quiet, as they leapt and turned and harumphed through the snow. And... Read More