Hands up … who loves Halloween? Holy black cats, I do. It’s my favorite time of year.
Jager
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 ›
Too young to be old
There are times I see him asleep, so still and with the pink tip of tongue peeking out, that I place my hand on his ribs to feel him breath. Jager has two speeds these days. Deep Sleep and Full… 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 ›
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