Hoppelgäng verb (hä-pəl-ˌgaŋ) The phenomena that occurs when you and your doppelgänger are coerced into wearing bunny ears. Sentence usage: “Darn it, we’ve been hoppelgänged again.“ You know, I’m not the only one who enjoys this. The guy can rock the… Read More ›
Since I’ve found myself in the position of Keeper of the Family Photos these last couple of weeks, the immersion into family history has completely hijacked my daily routines. What I call “going down the rabbit hole again” while doing genealogy… Read More ›
Mike walked from room to room, first looking for the cats who treated him with such disdain that he always felt the need to forgive them for their misguided slander of his character. He thought he could sense them today… Read More ›
“Jager! Darn it, doggie,” I say. “Will you please shift your butt into second gear or something?” We’re ankle deep in the usual anxiety driven morning rush. I’m simply trying to walk to my car and Jager keeps stopping short in front… Read More ›
I watched as my cube farm colleague folded the top of the bright yellow candy wrapper and place it in her desk drawer. “What are you doing?” I ask. “What?” she said. “That’s a half full bag of peanut M&M’s,”… Read More ›
“Not fair,” says Holly. I’m concentrating on loading the dishwasher the right-and only-way and look over at her. Holly’s watching out the storm door into the backyard. “Probably not,” I say. “But I’ll bite. What’s not fair?” “Jager gets to eat… Read More ›
On this annual celebration of National Puppy Day, here at Sword House we find ourselves in a rather unfortunate situation of being “between puppies.” Sure, I have three dogs dropping their spring coats throughout my home, leaving me to wonder… Read More ›
Not all Canine Companions for Independence puppies are selected for a career as an assistance dog. In fact, due to the high standards when placing an assistance dog with a person with a disability, CCI will make the decision to… Read More ›
Pucker up, y’all. Mick O’FeedMe, formerly the mighty Micron, wants you to know that a kiss from his golden lips will bring you certain good luck. Never mind that pot o’gold at the end of rainbow. We have a treasure… Read More ›
The Jagerhund tends to take life seriously. Except when he doesn’t, which usually when there’s a tennis ball involved. But even then, he has a rather grounded persona. We’d never call him a dreamer. Not the kind of guy with… Read More ›
