Tug-A-Jug

Brooke here.  Talk about your saucy titles.  It is, however, nothing but product promotion for a dog toy. A little backstory first.  We took care of my parents’ dog for two years.  Two very long… anyhow, he was a grea… goo… nic… dog but he was not all that bright.  And he had traits.  Some […]

*Roll Those Craigslist Dice*

Brooke here. As I write this, I am waiting on some fellow who responded to a Craigslist auction to come and pick up Zu’s puppy pen.  Zu has outgrown it and it is no longer useful (although technically it wasn’t useful by the second day when Zu realized he could scale the sides like a […]

Oh Craigslist, you scamp

Brooke here. The weekend will be devoted to ivy removal and upholstering some cushions in a fairly nifty window seat I have yet to mention, but today is a brief post about Zu.  We have been slightly concerned about his health. At five and a half months, he tops the scale at 43 pounds, which […]

The Dogs are Internet Famous

Brooke here.  From today’s Devil’s Panties… For anyone who doesn’t know, Internet Famous is exactly like being famous in real life except no one knows who you are, you get nothing from it, and it lasts exactly as long as you can stay witty or cute.  Since Zu is almost six months old and his […]

And You Thought The Dogs Were Boring

Brooke here: There’s one day every winter where the earth remembers what it wants to be doing.  It usually takes another couple of months to shake itself awake, but there’s always that one day when the ground twitches. I love that day.  Today is that day.  I have to keep reminding myself that while it’s […]

Dryhumping Cinder Blocks

Alternate title: Why you should neuter your dogs, or at the very least provide them with large stuffed animals. Brooke here. Zu is at the vet’s again, but this time for that oh-so-necessary elective surgery.  It was probably overdue.  The poor little guy had no idea what to do with his erections. He’d lay on […]

He Liked Ivy. We Are Not Surprised

Brooke here.  Zu recovered beautifully and without the need for surgery, although for some reason the entire house now smells like Bac-Os.  Go figure. Last week, Mary and Elizabeth gave us a copy of Remembering Randall, the memoir of Randall Jarrell written by his wife, Mary von Schrader Jarrell.  There’s some serious weirdness in this […]

Stupid Little Puppy

Brooke here: Zu outgrew his crate and was moved to a larger one, which was THE END OF THE WORLD. The puppy howled all night long.  We moved him into the bedroom to see if being close to us would help; it was partially successful, as he switched over from howling to vomiting.  I went […]

How We Became Drug Dealers Over The Holiday

Brooke here.  It was a glorious Christmas. I grew up in Massachusetts and, like all supercilious and self-important displaced Northerners, I have nothing but scorn for how Southerners deal with the quote snow unquote.*  But, while we got a very respectable snowfall, I feel terribly guilty about a white Christmas.  Absolutely beautiful in every way, […]