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Category Archives: Dog behaviour
We’ve had our cats for one year and seven months. It’s not like the cute videos you see on YouTube (no, I’m not providing a link). The dog and cats don’t cuddle, they don’t play together, and when I leave … Continue reading
The Ex is allergic to cats. Violently. He once ended up in the ER (on Martha’s Vineyard, no less) from a reaction to his sister’s cats. I gave up my Charlie when we got serious; we had a cat for … Continue reading
A few weeks ago at the park, I met a dog named JJ, an adorable mutt with floppy ears and a lean, boxer-ish body. I noticed he was a bit rambunctious, and always being called on it by his owner, … Continue reading
For someone who does nothing but bitch, moan, and whine about too much responsibility and not enough time or money, I do awfully stupid things. For one, I’ve got this family of feral cats in my basement. (That’s the next … Continue reading
It happened again. Our Best Friend went up the hill and came down with this in his mouth: There’s bread in them thar hills. At least this time it was whole-grain, instead of white flour garbage.
Every year The Children’s Auntie takes The Youngest camping. This started when The Youngest was four years old, and out of nowhere announced that she’d like to try camping in a tent. The Auntie, being quite indulgent of her nieces … Continue reading
First there were critters. Around the end of November, Our Best Friend started going mad barking and pawing at the walls. That always means one thing: critters have invaded our home. In the past, we caught a few in traps, … Continue reading
In my last post, I wrote about how Our Best Friend is a part of the family. And he is. He’s the most beautiful, loving, protective dog I could ask for. That doesn’t mean I don’t think of giving him away. … Continue reading