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, ...
Harley, a journey
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 ...
Brownie, storyteller
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 ...
Clover & the Moosh
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! ...
Holiday Adventures
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, ...
Tequila, Frosty’s justifiable homicide
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. ...
Sampson & Rosie, storytime
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 ...
Tex & Turbo, hide your women
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 ...
Lupine of Lexington
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 ...
A Bulldog Named Fireball
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 ...