Seizure Watch 2014 continues and the good news is that Chuck is exhibiting no bad signs.
I only packed a carryon for my trip to Southeast Asia because I was going to be changing planes twice and staying in three different hotels. There was very little room to bring back souvenirs for the girls, and I while I was trying to figure out what to get them I decided that going [...]
The next time I leave I’m afraid I’ll return to a small pyramid fashioned out of giant dried turds.
My very own Snuffleupagus.
This is the extent of all the yoga that goes on in our house. Unfortunately it hasn’t cleared the mind of the one who practices it.
The pack leader who understands the sequence: exercise, discipline, affection, treats, snuggles, more treats, maybe even a massage.
The annual collaring, and this time it’s pretty badass.
He is really, really upset with all this unwanted attention. Can’t we all go back to hating each other and stabbing our voodoo dolls?
So much love from his little corner of Utah to you.
This is the reason peanut butter was invented.