Category Archives: dogs

bats in the belfry…

Monday mornings in the summer should not be stressful. Monday. Summer. What’s stressful? Throw in one little dog who is in heat, one big neutered dog who is fixed but still trying to get frisky with little dog, a cup … Continue reading

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Rules do not apply…

Five second rule does not apply in my house. http://www.womenshealthmag.com/nutrition/five-second-rule

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Come here Uncle Louie…

This morning at the bus stop my friend informed me she was concerned for my well-being. She had an image of me walking around the neighborhood pushing my stroller with my headless baby mannequin and my imaginary Billy Joel by … Continue reading

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there is a method to my madness…

This is a follow-up to my post of yesterday, when I became a part of the sucker team. This may or may not be parenting 101, depends on where you stand on parenting. I stand in the “beat them at … Continue reading

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ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages…

Ah, yes. Seems so appropriate that the phrase, “There is a sucker born every minute,” was credited by none other than P.T. Barnum. If any one knew about the circus, it was he. Now, I am not aspiring to become … Continue reading

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bird on a hippo…

Starting a blog is easy, at least the fundamentals of getting it started. Figuring out what your blog is going to be about, not so easy. I have jumped around and looked at many other blogs that are out there. … Continue reading

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what part did you not understand?

I got home last night to realize that a crime had been committed in my house. Well, really not my house, Norman Betta’s house, his actual house. Stolen! Upon further investigation I found a whole school of fish swimming around … Continue reading

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