Job Number One
Job number one is to clear your flight path and not hit shit.
Three-Dog Sunday
These guys: there’s always at least one with an ear turned inside out.
Feelin’ All Jabby
I feel it’s my duty to point out that as a military veteran I’ve had a hell of a lot of shots and can remember only one time I ever had a reaction of any kind, and that was a bit of achiness and a slight fever after an anthrax vaccination, lasting less than a day.
Thursday Takes
Donna’s always coming up with ingenious ways to fix things and make them better. In another life, she’d have been an engineer. Wait. She’s an engineer in this life, minus the degree.
DOGREP: Untangled
Braunschweiger. I knew that stuff had to be good for something.
It’s All a Racket
We’re having a proper Arizona monsoon for a change; the first to live up to its name in the 23 years we’ve lived in Tucson.
DOGREP
We’re in the process of adopting a pair of female miniature dachshunds.