Every morning that Sam is home, he texts me from his bedroom: “Ok Send Blaze”. Photographic proof (Sam has the grey bubbles, I am... Read More
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… on disrespecting the dead, german shepherd style
Last week, we celebrated Poop Day at the Dingle house. It was a good day. A productive day. It was sort of like a... Read More
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… on poop day 2014
Get that camel in your head. Got it? Okay. Also, let’s pretend your name is Mike. MikeMikeMike. What day is it? No. Not ‘Hump... Read More
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… on another day and another kill room
Glen and Elias – painters extraordinaire – are hanging out again today, in Dunstable. The photo of the strange hanging jellyfish thing in my... Read More
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… on loosing my marbles in dreamland
Stress wreaks havoc on our bodies. I’ve never read an actual scientific study on this myself, but I’m going with it because it sounds... Read More
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… on missing them, and missing farts
Hi! I’m so glad we’re here together. It means a ton. Grief, for me, is a little like exercise. There’s the feeling of impending... Read More
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… on addiction and The Shepherds
You know, there is a deep underbelly to the world of German Shepherd blog fame. I mean, you feed them and shelter them and... Read More
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… on my first snow storm at ‘The Inn’ (Maine)
Yesterday, I was driving south on Route 3 in order to go to Maine. I drive south first, on my three-hour trip north. Go... Read More
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… on the tale of zombie pig
Once upon a time, there were many flying pigs in the world, all born and living on Flying Pig Farm. It is still difficult... Read More
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… on the importance of familial trust
Yesterday I wrote a blog post about juvenile coping mechanisms when coming up against other humans who have a toxic affect on you. I... Read More
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… on murderous rampages before breakfast
Have you ever been watching one of those true crime shows on television and wondered what you would do if you accidentally came across... Read More
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… on freakin’ rainbows and T
Do you remember when I told you the story of T and Marshal? Seriously, no? C’mon, it was late last summer and I wrote... Read More