Month: November 2019

Dogs, vignettes

My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’

Here she is curled up on my lap, this cuddly wee bundle of puppy joy, she is the quintessential lap dog. You know, she actually is the dog all my other big dogs wanted to be. Certainly the sort of doggy-o our first Doberman Jinx always wished she were, rather than her gigantic 130 pound (58.97 kg) or so big chested Doberman Pinscher self. Now, … Continue reading My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’

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Dogs, vignettes

So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me

You know, over the years I find I have become rather adept at acknowledging when that feeling, that sense of foreboding, knowing the cycle is setting to shift into a downward spiral, learned when I needed a nudge up. Recognizing that all the hard work of months and months, and over the years, the crafting, sculpting, discovering, chiselling away at the scale of past disappointments, … Continue reading So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me

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A Little Rain On The Parade Of Boos

Last night the moron and chief was somehow convinced to attend a UFC match at Madison Square Gardens, and again, my twitter feed was filled with more booing towards arguably the most despised president in U.S. history. I didn’t watch any of them until this morning, but I take some satisfaction at watching the worst president in U.S. history getting his due, with a resounding … Continue reading A Little Rain On The Parade Of Boos

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