I have a talking dog. We didn’t know it when we got him, of course. He didn’t reveal this talent to us right away. He would vocalize occasionally in dog speak, but no one really had any idea what he was saying because he spoke in his language and we spoke in ours and there was no Rosetta Stone program…
I was having a lovely sunday, the first time in two months I’d actually stopped and relaxed. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the dog… apparently… was digging a hole… in the mud. In case you can’t tell, the white part is the dog. * * * LOST IN SUBURBIA BOOK…
If you read my post last week about my phone call with The Today Show, then you know how the dog chose that exact moment to interrupt my call and pee all over the floor. Then when I tired to clean up the mess while still on the call, I managed to throw my phone across the room and hang…
Having a new puppy in the house is pretty much identical to having a new baby. He naps every couple of hours and when he wakes up he’s hungry. He doesn’t sleep through the night, he pees all over the place, puts everything in his mouth, and cries the minute he’s alone. The only difference is, I didn’t give birth…
In the scheme of things, having to deal with a new puppy in and after a hurricane, is not a major issue. With so much devastation in the NY, NJ and CT areas, I am hesitant to even mention this. However, since this is a humor blog, I wanted to share some moments that have made us laugh in the…