a light-hearted journal of our pets' lives
Mickey was singing as he ran through the grass: 🎶 Poopin in the orchard! Dog walker, don’t twist up your drawers ‘Cause everybody knows that poopin ain’t allowed indoors 🎶 He’s got that cigarette-hanging-loosely-from-his bottom-lip, ...
A lesser person might take a look out the window, see the clouds and gloom, the roaming packs of street folk, sigh, and decide to sleep in, but that’s not Rupert! 😎 He hopped up ...
I’m back again, and George hit me with his alarm klaxon to make sure I wasn’t slipping into an afternoon torpor 🚨 All I have to say is Hey, Georgie! and he whistles our secret ...
Here’s a little window into the life of a dog walker: we get all the Rupert wiggles and snorts and paw taps on arrival, making it a pretty sweet gig! Our arrival also sets into ...
