Jager Hund

Why the vet is on speed dial

“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 ›

No bunny’s being fair

“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 ›

Head in the cloud

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 ›

Suburban Truckin’

It could just be a girl thing, but I’ve never really understood this relationship between the suburban man and his truck. OK sure, who doesn’t find himself in occasional need to haul a mess of something that either a) doesn’t fit… Read More ›

National Jager Day

Raise your glasses, people. It’s National Jager Day here at Sword House. Ok, it’s really National Mutt Day. A celebration so prestigious it happens twice a year (July 31 and December 2). Whether we say mutt, cross-breed, or all-American, the family dog… Read More ›