Nature calls early for men of a particular age. I am no exception to that rule. And so in the pre-dawn hours of a Saturday morning, I rolled out of my nice warm bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Between
A tale of sound and fury.
By any measure I am an animal lover. We have a house filled with pets…two dogs, three cats. One of our dogs, Riley, is verbally browbeaten by my wife to not chase off the plague of bunnies that hide among
Political theater at its best…or worst.
The Dog Needs Therapy cartoon. There’s no business like shoe business.
Why is it that things can go terribly, terribly wrong when my wife is out of the picture? Time and time again, I am beset by misadventures of my own doing when left alone. Does this mean I fit the
The Dog Needs Therapy cartoon. Never say diet.
Everybody has one. Some are bigger than others.
Full of hot air.
A dish best served cold.