Catch a Falling Star
While walking the dog yesterday, we struck up a conversation about writing and being a writer that proved once and for all that DOGS REALLY DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE! 534 more words
1 week ago
Gnawing the Bone
While on the couch watching a Battlestar Galactica rerun, Fleegle asks, “So the people on television are not who they say they are?”
“No, they’re actors,” I say. 475 more words
1 month ago
Mock me, go ahead
I am a prince to your serf
No need to parade
1 month, 1 week ago
NOT MY SECRET...overcoming the shame of sexual abuse
I wanted to share my sweet dogs with you. Jessy, as you can see, was very vocal. He ROOO-Ed on a daily basis. He always had a lot to say. 95 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
I lie on my bed, reading before I take a nap after a late lunch on Sunday. Fleegle keeps shifting positions to goober this part or that part of his body, shaking the whole bed as he does. 344 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
BowWow: I am about to lose my fucking shit.
Minnie: Take it easy. What’s the problem?
BowWow: The election! It’s making me bite my fucking tail. 322 more words
At breakfast I cooked smokies, small-sized fried sausages. Jade, our family dog got up to the table with the rest of us.
“I can eat twenty of those!” Jade said. 359 more words
3 months ago