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...
The Politics of Horses, Dogs, and Humans
This week I went to dinner at a sports bar. I’m not the type, but there are no fine dining...
How callous have we become?
I have kept this blog free of politics because I want a place we can come together, beyond social media...
The Dog Barn and Literary Lounge
Just a reminder, dear reader. I'm a horse trainer using all I know to raise a puppy. If your horse's...
We Don’t Recognize Jolene
Jolene says, hurry up, would ya? I am not dawdling. I'm getting my hearing aids, looking for my outside glasses...
Being Cantankerous Because I Feel Like It
Last week I raved about my beautiful but desolate riding arena at the front of my little farm. My other...
Aging Cantankerously: Downsize This!
Ten days after solstice and it's already staying light longer. Want to wish me a happy one-year-older? On January first,...
The Year-End Tally. Call It Aging Cantankerously
It's the limbo week between Christmas and the New Year. The sunset of the year, if there is such a...
To Have a Dog Like Jolene
Mister is trying out his new self-appointed position of Joy Police. Someone has got to put a stop to...
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