As an idiom it almost seems straightforward, if you don’t have a dog. Dogs as a whole can eat, romp through, and roll in the nastiest of things, seemingly without ill effects. So where would such and expression come from? Continue reading “Sick As A Dog”
Hershey eventually likes to take the indoor toys outside, a fate from which they never return. In this case it’s not so much a banishment as it is a return.
The indoor stick had languished in the toy basket for months with nary a sniff. Then a few weeks ago they got interested in it again. Now apparently it’s of no further indoor use.
A few years back, when Hershey was the only dog, we discovered an exciting new toy. One day at one of the dog parks we went to there was suddenly a commotion at the fence, and Hershey was right in the middle of it. While often “commotion at the dog park” is a synonym for “unexpected trip to the vet” it was not the case that day.
(Professional pets in a closed house. Do not attempt.)
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That’s me laughing at the naive and foolishness of my Past Self. He thought he could build, stain, and cover a structure the size of Imelda Marcos’ closet (her handkerchief closet, but still) in 48 hours!
Having chosen the “wing it” method of construction I found myself discovering on the fly things I would need to get the job done, or even started. To save you the hassle of discovering all this on your own let me give you a run down of the things you will need.
To build a cattery you will need:
I majored in fiction writing in college. I’ve done squat all with my degree professionally but I’ve always wanted to try my hand. The problem with writing for me isn’t the coming up with ideas (those pop up almost TOO frequently) but the actual getting the words down. Well, more reworking the words into something fit to print.
I’ve added a few new pages to the menu:
Eris now has her own bio.
I’ve started a “Pets Emeritus” page to remember the critters who are no longer with me.