Jolene Gets a Job. Not the One You Think.
We were in a different pen than usual, and it was horribly windy. That’s the excuse you might make if...
Jolene Says, Doesn’t My Title Entitle Me to Something?
Jolene expects that we will have an adventure every single day. Mister hopes we don't. He likes to keep it...
Jolene and the Healing Quality of Dog Spit
I can't remember having leaves so early on our high desert prairie. Shade is scarce since losing our trees. There's...
Jolene Just Knows the One Word
I'm starting to look like Garrison Keillor. You know, if I dyed my hair brown. I'm not bragging, just stating...
Jolene Learns the Meaning of Competition
That morning, we got up at the usual time, but I didn't go out to do chores. Instead, I took...
Mister Shares A Health Tip That Dogs Know
The farrier came this week. Every year or so, he suggests I quit my day job and hold horses for...
Jolene’s Year of Living Joyously
One year ago, my friends were expecting a litter of Swedish Vallhund puppies. After gaining titles in conformation and performance,...
Jolene’s Nose, My Ears, and the Death of Embarrassment
May I brag? I have celebrated the death of embarrassment. It was a freedom I gained by competing horses. Horses...
Egads. Now We’ve Received a Complaint From a Cat
We have received a complaint from a cat in England. Rita says she reckons you cannot trust a woman who...
Mister and Jolene. Taking Drugs and Counting Sheep.
It's a sight to see. Usually, a huge bearded man and a tiny Chihuahua. Sometimes a blue-haired lady and a...
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