Whu. . . ? No, [yawn] I’m not napping, says Euka. Hey, while you’re up, the water bowl needs filling. Jager, in his valiant quest for a sip of water sans the retriever backwash, has repeatedly requested his own… Read More ›
Jager Hund
Wordless Wednesday: Canine Funkitude
Is somebody frying bologna? asks Bodine the Cat. Oh Bodine! Nobody move!, I say. I’m getting the camera. Which is only three steps away on the kitchen counter. I click off the lens cap, turn to focus and snap this…. Read More ›
Wordless Wednesday: Master of the Hunt, Part II
I’m half German Shepherd and half bad ass. That’s right, I’m 100% Booyah, baby. On last Story Sunday, Master of the Hunt, we presented a challenge to identify any one of the breeds that you think makes up this funny lookin’ All… Read More ›
Master of the Hunt
My feet are cold. Ok then, says Jager. I’ve got everything packed, think. Can you give me a ride to the airport? I’m lost in a good book on my Kindle Fire, so it takes me a moment. Looking at… Read More ›
Changes in latitude, changes in attitude
Alright! A good hair day, now that’s a lovely way to start my morning. To my amazement, these ultra fine, straight-as-string hillbilly locks are tamed down and lookin’ sassy. Now that’s something to celebrate. I’m gonna video conference someone today,… Read More ›
