Mini Micron.Pre-photo session. Hey Micron! says Euka. You big goldengoober! Lookit! Look at what, Puppy Piddler? asks Micron, annoyed. He doesn’t look up from chewing a stick. It’s a good stick. Fresh from the mulch pile. ‘Member the time you… Read More ›
Even my back side is my good side.Can’t go wrong here. What’s with the index cards, Food Lady? asks Euka. Aren’t you supposed to be writing about me on my website? It is Sunday, you know. Oh hey, here’s my… Read More ›
Holy mother of dog. Please tell methat’s not what you’re wearing tothe dinner, says Micron. Don’t makeme call your mom. Are we doing anything Saturday night? I glance up to see The Husband holding his iPhone to his chest. I… Read More ›
Mums the word, says Euka. Speak!, I say to Micron. Boof! says Micron. Bawoof! Good dog, Mikey, I say. Well done, big guy. I turn to Jager, Speak! Yap, says Jager. Yap yap yap yap yap yap … Alrighty, that’ll do,… Read More ›
What did you just call me? asks Euka. Did you say Princess Dudley Nose? Because I kinda like the sound of it, but I don’t know if I should. What I was saying, I say, is that the princess’s nose… Read More ›
Do you hear that? I ask my Favorite Kid. I turn down the car radio and look into the side mirror. It sounds like someone’s yelling, doesn’t it?We’re sitting on I-70, a normal highway on any other day. Today however,… Read More ›
