Mocha, a pleasure
(Best read in your best Ricardo Montalban or Antonio Banderas voice) Mocha: to walk her is to experience the pleasure of a worthy canine in the Labrador tradition of luxury. With her rich Corinthian fur, ...
a light-hearted journal of our pets' lives
(Best read in your best Ricardo Montalban or Antonio Banderas voice) Mocha: to walk her is to experience the pleasure of a worthy canine in the Labrador tradition of luxury. With her rich Corinthian fur, ...
I once spent a summer in a van with Harley, one, because I wasn’t about to ride 2,000 miles on the back of his bike, and two, he got a note from a kitty in ...
With the right amount of belly rubs, and if you listen close, you just might get one of Brownie’s famous stories… She loves to sit out back and monitor the neighborhood. While I scratched her ...
I got to spend Thanksgiving with two of my favorites! Here are some highlights of our adventures: On arrival, Clover immediately gave me a big hug, and Moosh let me know whose house it was! ...
We done had us some adventures this holiday season! Jingle bells, Rosco smells Someone dropped some fries! Amazon truck dropped a box, and Santa’s got a surprise! My man Rosco was happy for some sunshine, ...
News of Frosty’s demise has traveled far and wide, even to the ears of Santa himself. As such, the North Pole PD have been kicking down doors and shaking down elves, reindeer, and woodland creatures. ...
Once upon a time, there lived a little corgi on the edge of a forest. In the mornings, Rosie would pull up her hood and grab her basket and go into the forest to collect ...
Well, let me tell you about the rootin tootin-est outlaws this side of the Mississippi. Tex and Turbo: those names send a shiver up the spine of every gambler, bank manager, and catnip wrangler in ...
Somewhere in Lexington, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lives, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf. Toby was quick to climb ...
When I finally caught up Bamboo, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine morning. Not ...