My dog is an odd dog. She always looks confused, guilty, or sad. Not sure why.
But she’s an odd ball.
My dog is an odd dog. She always looks confused, guilty, or sad. Not sure why.
But she’s an odd ball.
I love Christmas. I REALLY love Christmas, especially the decorations.
Last weekend while I was at work the man got started on decorating. My FAVORITE part in the house is our banister.
A few months ago a story aired about a dog killing a newborn baby. WTAE’s post on Facebook was flooded with mixed opinions.
Why not kill the dog? It killed a baby after all.
I had a moment of reminiscence.
Growing up we were never inside. We were always busy and I was always dirty.
Yeah, I was a tomboy.
A lot of folks have heard me talking about my cat.
My big, fat, lazy cat.
Well, I have proof just how fat and lazy she is.
Last week I posted about koala bearing and my evil cold hands.
Well, last night the husband got his revenge.
This is a war that has been fought since the stone age when little cave children would drag the saber tooth tiger in through the front door.
Momma caveman would grunt and make cave child take it back. When the cave child would come home it would be war. Continue reading
You hear it all the time. The screaming, promises…this one will be different. I’ll take care of it!
It’s the great pet debate. Continue reading