Not Just Another Mother Blogger!

Our dog Maisy is my dog. She is supposed to be my son's dog.  He picked her out.  He begged and begged us to get her.   He even picke...

"Honey...why is there a biscuit in the middle of the living room floor?" My journalistic instinct is such that when I heard my h...

A quiet leap up and an affectionate cold nose in my ear offer a quick hello in the dark. The bed trembles as she gathers ...

At one time, I was one of those people.  You know who I mean...the sort of people who seem to never stop partying, always on the look out f...

I love my cats, living and deceased.  They're tempermental, aloof, and mysterious, but so am I.  We sort of cancel each other out, in th...

This is an artist's rendition of our dog, Maisy, in the back yard.  Okay, it's me, playing with a new app on my Kindle.  Fortunat...

Three things in a Dog's life reign above all others.  The first is food. The second is food. And the third is...food. We got ...

After receiving Mother's Day gifts from Zane(homemade pictures are the best!), and a promissory note for a mani/pedi from Larry(he wasn...

Ever since we got our current pup, I've been falling in love with dogs again.  Not that I have ever disliked dogs, it's just that I ...

I've been battling some sort of microscopic creature. It's either pollen from the evil mountain cedar trees, or it's a random vi...

I finally finished off the pumpkin pie last night.  Pumpkin is healthy, right?   In our last episode, I announced the new addition to our ...