My folks and I have decided to move into a new home this summer. As a result, my mom has swapped her Instagram addiction for Pinterest—you’d be amazed at the number of hours that girl can spend looking up “small”, “house”, “storage”, “modern”, “white”, “kitchen”. I’m almost a little bit concerned, but truth is I [...]
Highlighting the best, the worst and the most memorable moments, Bone Rivers doesn't give a WOOF what others think! @al_bondy_ga knew how to dress to impress! I give her four paws up for daring to wear a fitted tee and tutu. She ties it pawfectly together with her pastel headband and her natural neck [...]
I’m still recovering from my realization that Super Bowl Sunday has nothing to do with super bowls and everything to with grown men yelling at a television. Not cool Dad, not cool. On top of that, Jose the gardener came to the house twice this week because something got into @roberttherubberchicken and he chewed through [...]
I received an urgent call from my second cousin Gracie A. Basset. A fellow named Kenny was in a rough spot and needed some help finding his forever home. That was all I needed to hear—I grabbed my notepad, a freshly sharpened pencil, slipped on my red converse, had my mom type “CreatureKind Rescue” into [...]
My dad has been talking about Super Bowl Sunday for weeks. He sounds excited whenever he mentions it so, of course, I get animated also. While having a super bowl of (almost) anything on any day of the week sounds like my kind of plan, I did have some questions. “What’s inside this super bowl?” [...]
On Tuesday I called in sick to work. I wasn't sick in the "cough-cough" sense of the word, it was...well, how can I put this... it was raining outside. Since moving to Los Angeles four years ago as a sprite young pup of nine weeks, the weather has varied very little from a temperate and [...]
As I reflect on 2015, my only regret is not helping around the house more.
@watsons_dogumentary On Monday I waddled back into The Droolitzer headquarters after nearly a week off. My boss had promised me he wouldn’t mention my birthday, which I’d shared with Jesus, so I wasn’t worried about Paula the Puli from HR belting out a belated “happy birthday to you” over gluten free milk bones [...]
It happens every year like clockwork. The day before Thanksgiving I find myself overcome with emotion. I get sentimental and weepy about just how lucky a bully I really am. And for reasons I still can’t explain, I start to love @roberttherubberchicken. It’s a little disconcerting really, but I just roll with it. So today [...]
