Dogs of Sword House

Portion control

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 ›

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 ›

Get lucky

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 ›

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 ›