We’re trying to get a complete first draft of Dogs and Goddesses done by Monday, and I think we’ll make it. But it means I’m going to be a lousy blogger until then. In the meantime, here are Wolfie and Veronica pictures.
I think Wolfie’s got some 40’s movie star thing going on . […]

I’m home after a lovely day with my family. Hope your solstice celebration in whatever flavor you savor it was equally good. And as we settle in for a quiet week before 2008 blasts off, here’s a moment of Zen from Milton:

Zen Milton
May your 2008 be warm and loving and happy. Like […]

So with four dogs and one cat, you’d think the cat would be in trouble, but if you think that, you don’t know cats. Or Annie.
Annie was a rescue from the mean streets of Dayton, so even as a kitten, she had street cred. Then she lived for a good chunk of her […]

There was a post in moderation Thursday night when I checked this blog, from someone who said, “Please contact me about Pink, there’s an urgent health issue.” I freaked of course and then I googled for the e-mail and found out it was from the woman who had bought Veronica from a breeder […]

Milton ate all the buttons off my duvet cover.

At least, I’m pretty sure it was Milton. It might have been Veronica who was the one I found inside the duvet cover, but it’s so much more likely that she waited until someone else did it for her that my money is still […]

Pink is fifteen pounds of solid muscle and independence. She doesn’t want to be lifted onto the bed, she wants to get up there herself, but she can’t, so she whines to be up and then when I lean down to get her, she backs up. If I do manage to get […]

Veronica has turned out to be Marlene’s spiritual sister, Blonde-Lack-of-Ambition. Those of you who read Fast Women may remember Marlene, the greatest dachshund diva known to man. Veronica out-divas her. For example, Veronica does not jump. She will moan until I put her on the couch, and then if everybody leaves, […]

Yes, I know I’ve been lax in posting. November was fraught with dogs.
It began down in SC where Bob and I were working on Wild Ride and my girl Petal turned into Mary Imogen who had a dog named Al, who I discovered in my pictures folders, one of the Chinese Cresteds I’d found […]

No, Spike and Drusilla did not come back.
Pat wrote and said, “What are you naming your vultures?” (Yeah, it was Gaffney who provided the wonderful “They pee on their legs” details.) I said, “Either Luke and Laura or Frick and Frack.” She said, “Well, you don’t know them very well, then, do you?” I was […]

I walked into my bedroom this morning and there, through the glass door to my deck, was a big bird staring back at me. Big bird. Not the fluffy yellow one whose voice hasn’t changed yet, this was a big gray and black sucker with an insolent stare. Darth Turkey. And behind him was another […]