Snowmageddon 2016 has come (and by now, I sincerely hope) gone. Yeah, once again I’m writing this blog a few days before it will publish, but that’s okay. Here and now, it is just after noon on Sunday, January 24th and there are about thirty inches of snow on…
Now that we’re back into the swing of things (sort of, I mean, I’ve got three months of Rhiallis posts already queued up for 2016 and there are a dozen more at least) I wanted to make a sticky post here to give a caveat (okay…several) about my blog. …
Have you ever had a horrible dream – not like, demons and werewolves and scary things eating you – but rather one that has a lot of real-life features and just awful implications & consequences? … I had a dream last night where Mark & I (and Venna) lived…
I ran across a series of questions recently and thought to myself – Water Lily (I call myself that sometimes… no, I am kidding. I am just channeling Blanche Elizabeth Deveraux, neé Hollingsworth tonight) why don’t you go ahead and talk about yourself on your very own blog? And…
Meet Venna Albert. She is just about six months old. She has been spayed, she is about 95% house-trained, she usually sits on command, and she is a whiny teenaged puppy going through her rebellious stage. Oh yeah. She hit imaginary puberty and she hit it…
“Venna, sit. Good girl!” “Venna, down. Venna, down. Doooooown. Venna, do- Good girl.” Down, she hasn’t quite mastered. Sit, she’s got down fairly well, as long as I have her full attention. I think the biggest challenge for training this little fuzzy, floppy,…
I had every intention of writing three posts for the week on Sunday. < insert comment about the path to Hell >. Mark had been sick all week – just miserable – and when he’s home sick, its super-hard to focus. Hell, when he’s home at all! Tee-hee. But…
There are things you think about, when preparing to bring a dog into your family. Things you consider and wonder about, things you prepare yourself for. Dangling participle notwithstanding, the responsible, conscientious dog lover has lots to think about before bringing that little beastie home. …and…
March 16th, 2013. A day that shall live on in infamy. Or not. That is the day Mark & I got our first puppy. Yesterday, when Mark got home from a late night at work, I headed off to the…