Tagged with Laverne and Shirley
Yesterday was the kind of awful that only a pint of Haagen Dazs can fix. It started off with another visit to the Breast Specialist. I arrived looking particularly lovely in my unwashed hair, running shorts, and what I call my “false advertising” shirt. It has the word “Run” over the Nike swoosh. “I’m here [...]
Cruises are great. I love how everything is included in the price of a cruise. Everything except drinks and the $900 in extras we managed to rack up in one week. So after the wonderful week of lifting nothing heavier than a pina colada, I woke at 5 a.m. yesterday and dragged my own luggage [...]
As the saying goes, you never know how many friends you have until you own a beach house. Back when I was married and owned a fancy-schmancy condo in Destin, Florida, friends came to spend a summer weekend. They very thoughtfully left me a hostess gift – an illustrated print titled “How To Be A [...]
Hotdogs and Fireworks — click on the link to see some Fourth of July weiner dog action I know, I know — you hate clicking on videos. But this one is 10 seconds long, and all I need to say about it is this once happened at my house with a dachshund, of course, and [...]
I walked outside to find Shirley shredding the last chapter of Leviticus. Tiny bits of the Good Book fluttered in the breeze and landed in the garden. The dachshunds had devoured the Bible I’d kept on the back porch. Now, most dogs would look guilty when caught. But dachshunds are not like most dogs. Guilt [...]
I can now officially be called the crazy dog lady. I have a new one, a three-legged Australian Shepherd named Pancho who is the reason I cry when I see those Pedigree commercials about rescue dogs. But Pancho isn’t a rescue dog. Not really. About this time last year, my son began begging for an Australian [...]
Recently, a neighbor took the time to walk across the street and ring my doorbell to inform me that he is unable to sit on his front porch in the afternoon and enjoy a glass of wine because my dachshunds, Laverne and Shirley, bark too much. Seriously? At the time you came knocking, neighbor, it [...]
The Perfect Man, it turns out, is a myth. I thought I’d found him. We met in Venice, the most romantic city on the planet, and it was love at first sight. I even chose Umberto over the dachshund, which is saying quite a lot. Umberto agreed to meet me at my home in St. [...]
I have a friend who owned an English mastiff named Max who almost made it into the Guinness Book of World Records. Unfortunately, the 300-pound dog died before he could be verified as the biggest dog in the world. Max was so big, in fact, that when he was diagnosed with cancer, my friend had [...]
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