It was time. Time for a raised feeder. A tall boy needs a tall feeder. I’m not a huge gulper, nor do I eat super quickly, so that wasn’t the impetus to purchase this fine feeder. No, it was just that I looked like a giraffe trying to eat Skittles whenever I would have to…
Haire Cuttery
Miss You, Dad
Morning Raspberry
Stickebana
I am a creative sort. A dreamer. A dog who revels in the natural world, the seasons, and sticks at every opportunity. Luckily mama understands my nature and encourages me to constantly improve my stick-arranging-talent. So each day, we leave our apartment with two or three sticks to start. Sometimes I add to the arrangement,…
Movin’ On Up
Daddy Hannibal Update
Hannibal’s Hope
Spring Cleaning
Grrr. That dreaded time that rolls around every year when the weather starts to get warmer, and the grass starts to get greener. HAIRECUT TIME. For many years I was handstripped by mama and dad – always retaining a bit of my signature scruff, but less, and shorter fuzz. In the last few years both…
