Break in the rain yesterday afternoon, and on a whim decided to take Pika for a walk, and why is it do you imagine, when wearing barefeet in rubber boots, jacket thrown on, with the ragged eaten away BamBam jammie shirt she destroyed peeking out, like I’m wearing the skin of some wild cat underneath, hair wrapped up on my head, that’s when ya run … Continue reading This Too Shall Pass, They Are Not Puppies For Long
Ok, so came home from work a few days ago to be met at the door by the wee daemon ninja weasel. Which was kinda a surprise since I’d put her in her crate when I left. Went over to said crate to find she had somehow figured out the zipper and had unzipped the one flap. This would, no doubt, be the reason I … Continue reading Houdini, Loyal Lap dogs And Sycophants, Be D@mned
They reach right in and grab your heart in their tinsy little paws, naughty love bites to cement the deal, and the wee vixen pulls at the strings. It just came to me, you know, we are a pack, Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel and The Old Golden One named Irish and I. Case in point, when a couple days ago the wee one got a … Continue reading Politics, Professionalism, The Puppy, And Poop
Yes, oh, to live in interesting times, eh? Isn’t it fun? Nope, just pick a news station, all-day in your face, and watch away til your head explodes. Sure I partake, although merely in snippets posted online. Try as I might to ignore the diatribe of unbelievable shite that I read, watch, listen to, sometimes as I’m washing the dishes, letting out the dog, … Continue reading The Great Sh!t Disturber Strikes Again, And More Puppies
by PaulaB 