Damn, this humidity is kicking my butt. After only a few puny blocks, I’m already panting and shuffling along even with my water bottle handy. What’s a hot, fuzzy boy to do? Ah, yes. I’m not allowed in this fountain (nor would I jump in as I’m not THAT fond of being wet) but mama…
The Exploding Sky
No Bad Dogs
Juicy Pear
Who Wants Whipped Cream?
My Dear… My Card
Many humans think that we dogs have a very primitive way of communicating with each other. That we couldn’t possibly be sending complex messages via something so simple. I am here to prove you wrong. First, locate the site of a fellow dog’s important message. Located! Slowly inhale every bit, byte, and piece via your…
The Shit Sucker
Mama told me a great story today during the evening walkie. Many years ago in Europe, she and dad saw one of these on the street: Dad, in his normal fashion, called it a “shit sucker”. Mama calls that a “Klaus-ism”, which is an interesting way to describe something that, while it makes perfect sense,…