Live long enough, and we're bound to encounter challenges. With the help of a friend, Debbie Centeno (who runs this blog and this blog) uses her grief to help others... I never knew how much a person could grow to love their pet. I wasn’t raised with pets, other than fish in a tank. And,… Continue reading Guest Blog Post: The Little Guy Who Stole Our Hearts by Debbie Centeno→
Dogs are pack animals. They aren't equipped to spend long periods alone. As our pets, however, sometimes this is hard to avoid. Fellow blogger Alica describes what works for her... The Separation anxiety in dogs has been one of the most dreadful problems. This will also confuse you as the owner or parent of the pet.… Continue reading Guest Blog Post: “How to Care for a Dog with Separation Anxiety,” in Alica’s exact words→
I have been thinking a lot about class lately. My thirtieth birthday is right around the corner and I have really been trying to hone my style. I’ve always been horrified by my mother’s butterfly bedazzled bell bottoms and the ever presence of “big gulps, tractors, and pink camo” in my sordid memory bank. But what makes someone classy? The internet has nearly convinced me that the whole of classiness is kept in the human cuticles and if they aren’t on point, I should just hang myself with a length of the Confederate flag while standing on a crate of Pabst.
Not one to believe everything the internet tells me, I thought about real life. Who was the classiest person I know?
For me, that person is my dear friend Betty. Betty is a landscaper and ironically has the most mangled cuticles I have ever seen. When she comes by…
This morning I stayed in bed till late. I was awake, but I didn’t want to get up to a house without Pierre in it. Yesterday I had to put my dog down. Such a gentle euphemism for murder. To put one to sleep. My dear, dear dog-man trusted me, yet I tricked him. First… Continue reading Now We Are 3 (only)→
Road to The Wonder Woods 
