Tagged with three-legged Australian shepherd
You know the old saying about even a blind dog sometimes being able to find a bone? The meaning, of course, is that every once in a while life throws a little good our way, so chin up. Be happy. See the glass as half full. At my house, we’ve changed the saying, though. It goes [...]
This past week, my home looked like a scene from The Exorcist. My kid woke up New Year’s Day with a nasty stomach bug that acted suspiciously like what would happen if a 16-year-old boy had a celebratory shot or two with his older sister. But after about the fifth time he puked, I realized [...]
It’s not on my list of proudest accomplishments, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing that I’m pretty familiar with the Twelve Steps. Honestly, the Twelve Steps are a pretty good moral barometer for most everyone, probably because we all have a few issues bordering on obsession and addiction. Right now, mine is the dark [...]
There’s a fine line between drama and trauma, I’ve learned. And this past week, I figured out one way to keep from crossing it. My sister and her four children came to stay, bringing everything imaginable – bicycles, fishing rods, 68 pairs of mismatched socks – except my sister’s suitcase. And because she has so [...]
I’ve learned something in my first month as an actual Florida resident. I’ve learned that people like to visit when you live at the beach. I’ve pretty much had company for the entire month, and I love it. My sister and her four children – Faith and Grace, the twins, are 9, Joe’s 8, and [...]
Yep, I’ve still got it. Late last night, I was driving home from an exhibition tennis match with my son and two friends. We were on a stretch of road with a speed limit of 60, and I was laughing and talking and being careful not to speed when my friend in the front seat [...]
Pancho, my three-legged Australian Shepherd, attracts attention wherever we go. Everyone who stops us wants to know his story, wants to know how he came to only have three legs. Well, not quite everyone. A man stopped me on the beach this morning, but rather than asking about the missing leg, he said, “Have you [...]
Some people never learn. When I say “some people,” I mean myself. I had lunch with friends one day this past week, and they were all treated to the story of my blind-date disaster. We had a great time joking about the roofies (or “floories” if you’re a Hangover fan) that I slipped myself. One [...]
For the first time in their lives, Laverne and Shirley are earning their keep. My dyspeptic dachshunds, who are worth their weight in weinerwurst simply because of their sheer entertainment value, have turned out to be more useful in Florida than they ever were in Georgia. I mean, not counting all the UPS guys and [...]
Pancho is my (Australian) Shepherd/ I shall not want (to eat possums). He makes me lie down on the bed I’ve eaten/He pushes me into the pool. He pisses me off. He plays innocent when we get caught chasing the cat, that tainted pussy. Yea, though I walk through the landmine of his huge piles/I will [...]
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