Dog vomit. I’m not kidding. Almost every time I’ve cleaned up dog puke, the dog has done it twice, and usually inside a span of a minute or two. Indy just threw up, and it was entirely bile. Every last ounce was bile, except for an almost-new Heartgard tablet: Now, to some of you,… Continue reading You know what else comes in twos?
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Maximum Capacity
Disclaimer: the number in this post isn’t what bothers me. I don’t want to hear bitching about numbers (mine especially or yours), unless you’re unhappy about yours and want to do something about it. I hopped on the scale recently (something I’ve never owned before, and still rarely step on), the other day, and saw… Continue reading Maximum Capacity
Where’s the Oil? Oh, There it is.
This past Friday, Bea and I packed up the 4Runner with both the dogs, a bunch of food and booze, and met up with the inlaws in Gulf Shores for a nice relaxing weekend. And for the most part, it was just that. Here’s Sunday, in photo form: When we got to the beach, Bosceaux,… Continue reading Where’s the Oil? Oh, There it is.
Indy, the “Heartworm Kid”
Last November, my friends Jason and Sarah rescued a starving, dirty, smelly, but utterly lovable from the street and named him “Stinky”. After posting up pictures to his blog, we dropped by Sarah’s house the very next day (Thanksgiving Day) to take a look at him and introduce him to Boz – our dog to… Continue reading Indy, the “Heartworm Kid”
Dog Fighting
Bad luck wind been blowin’ on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I’m at – Danzig, 13 Some days, you look for a fight. Other days, fights look for you. I took Indy and Bosceaux to the new dog park in City Park today. To make a short story shorter, Indy decided… Continue reading Dog Fighting