We’re watching the Pro Bowl, and trying to stay awake, when I commented to my wife: “I can’t believe how good the dogs have been all this time.” I mean, we had cheese and crackers, and chips and dip, and other munchies out on the coffee table and I hadn’t had to shoo the dogs […]
Bleating and babbling, we fell on his neck with a scream, Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream, Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead. You better stay home, and do as your told, Get out of the road if you wanna grow old. Hmm, maybe […]
I just locked the kids out of the house. Hopefully, I can finish the laundry, and perhaps clean the bathrooms, without worrying every thirty seconds if the dogs are going to get out the front door.