She’ll chase baseballs and lacrosse balls and now BYU footballs which she is determined to figure out how to pick up with her mouth.
It is yet again that time of year, I just realized. Which could explain why I feel like I just guzzled a pitcher of fire.
A heart-rending interview with Coco’s trainer and an update on how the herding dog is holding up.
My commitment to him and my commitment to you, to always do what’s best for this dog.
Hey, Carol. I guess you breed your dogs a bit larger where you come from.
Adding a bit of style to his current condition which I am apparently not allowed to joke about.
A post for pet lovers and everyone who has loved Chuck from afar.
If you’ve got some to spare, I’d gladly take them off of your hands.
My new nickname for the poet who lives in the basement.
“When I tried to write happy / Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime / Why play ya blind?”