"Hey Old Lady, why are you "susshing" me? I'm just sittin' here enjoying this new doggy bed you bought."

It's the end of Day 6 of this ridiculous fast and my dogs are still alive and not missing any parts. Shockingly, things like raw meaty bones and a kong full of Greek yogurt mixed with tinned salmon are starting to look mouth-watering delicious. 

"Must. Stalk. Jodhpurs."

"What is that?"

"Aw, Mom. I really hate this girly skirt you make me wear on cold days. I will only wear it in the woods where nobody can see me and not in town where all the cool dogs are."

This woman is invincible Her methods are inscrutable The proof is irrefutable She's so completely kissable!"

"Dude! I swear. I was just bustin' your crank!" "If you can dish it out, you'd better take it little man!"

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present.  Or in this case, that piece of chicken right in front of us.

The last year we lived in Switzerland, Mr. Wild Dingo did a "no-no" and invited the cracker onto the sofa. I'm not against dogs on sofas or beds, I just happen to like my furniture a lot and though I like napping with dogs, I don't particularly like spending an entire night sleeping with them. […]

"I'm just some lunatic macaroni mushroom, is that it?"