A diversity of Wake Up Dogs and the great half aunt of sorrow

by

Just when I thought it wasn’t possible: Yet another tool in the 5 dog alarm system guaranteed to wake the comatose. This isn’t the intentional “time to wake up” scenario such as the… Continue reading

The Not-Quite-Right Job Applicant

by

Where are the days when you could walk into your uncle’s corporation and get a job just because you were related to him? Where are the days when you could walk into an… Continue reading

The Dead Brown Grass on the Lawn of Life

by

What do you do when you dream of dead, brown grass? Try looking it up on the dream websites. Here are the different interpretations: Green grass is good (duh) Brown, dried up grass… Continue reading

Man. I wished I’d listened

by

It’s midnight at the dog house, awakened by Fat White, whose 68 pounds of weight cramps my overburdened thigh. A gray and white coon cat drapes over my desk, nudging the crevices between… Continue reading

Is Ranting a Skill or a Delusion?

by

Is one person’s favorite ranter another person’s energy vampire? Is one person’s hilarious kvetch in life another person’s reason to fall further down the black hole of depression? Tonight’s dream was about a… Continue reading

Ma Bell, Baby Bell, and Scam Bell

by

As I contemplate the calming, satisfying sound of doggies munching milk bones, the not-quite-right software God loaded onto my brain drifts into totally unrelated topics. Which one do I choose to obsess over… Continue reading

Checking Out

by

As I was waiting in line at the grocery store checkout, I contemplated the 80-something woman ahead of me. Her white purse hanging off a thick shoulder strap, her green blouse draped over… Continue reading

Finger Paining

by

Today’s 3am wake up mutt is the Vizsla, who has perfected the fingernails-down-the-chalkboard whine. The litmus test for that particular sound is the speed at which I’m up, plus it bothers my fingernails… Continue reading

The forest fire of raging thoughts.

by

Ever wake up with the unsettling feeling you’re forgetting something so obvious it’s like being 1000 miles from home and remembering you forgot to have the post office hold your mail, you forgot… Continue reading

A GOOD FIRST STEP

by

I talk to my dogs a lot. They wag their tails, head held high, looking at my face as if every word has meaning. When I tell them, “You’re the best doggies in… Continue reading