Why, in a house that is almost 100% covered in puppy pads, does Bubba insist on finding the one inch of space between them and peeing there. Is she just dumb? Or is she a devil dog with a disgustingly innocent and amazingly lovable face?
Why?
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This is where I came from
6 North Mississippi Ave. The heart of Ducktown in Atlantic City. It’s painted blue now. Dad had it painted green. Upstairs the windows on the left were our living room. The windows on the right, mom and dad’s bedroom. All of downstairs, dad’s Italian grocery store. Walk down the block and get a sub at the White House Sub Shop, still the best in the world. But the bakery is gone. And so is Katy’s little store. And Letizia’s grocery store. And Petrillo’s Shoe Repair. And Catanese’s Swimming Pool chemicals building. But St. Mike’s is still there. And considering how
I think my dog is part cat
BuddhaBubba gets up in the morning long enough to get her pain pill. I turn the heating blanket on under her bed and she goes right back to sleep. About two hours later, after everyone else has gone downstairs to my office to get some work done, I hear her race madly across the floor upstairs. She doesn’t go anywhere. Just apparently jumps up off the bed and runs through the kitchen and living room. If I go upstairs to see what’s happening, I usually find her standing by the counter in the kitchen looking shocked, shocked I say, that
One of life’s greatest conundrums
How do you relax in mom’s arms for a well deserved scritch when you know you’ve left your orange dinosaur on the floor and that other dog is sneaking quietly towards it? Answer… you can’t. So much for a quiet mom/dog moment.
It’s simply not fair!
Everyone in my family has thicker hair than I do. Look at this kid. You’d think she could offer some of that bush to her needy older cousin. But no. She keeps it all for herself… and has the nerve to be cute, to boot!
He’s done his job
Snowy jumps off the bed in the middle of the night because somewhere in the distance is the sound of a dog barking. He responds by barking madly, trying to wake me up to what is a clear and present danger in our lives. When I refuse to see that imminent danger, when I refuse to jump out of my warm bed to let him out so he can scare the demons away, he finally turns sadly back towards his bed. He has done what he can to save me. When that terrible thing comes bumping into my night, it
Me and the lady who used to own Pepe’s
This is a special picture for all my old Barrow friends who follow my blog. I know you’ll remember Fran. She served the best Mexican food north of the Arctic Circle and did it with flare for over thirty years. She’s still alive and kicking as this shot shows when I visited her recently. Don’t tell her I posted a picture with her hair looking a little messed. I’ll never hear the end of it.
The wonderful things that happen when you have wonderful friends
Thank you Sandra Hopson(!) Stuermer for my beautiful new parka, just in time for the holiday season. And what a stunning ruff. She was taught by the best.
An escapee from Starsky and Hutch? or a (young) Tom Selleck imitator
My brother (standing) and my Uncle Joe in his beer store circa 1970/80 something. This is currently hanging in the best specialty beer store in Newark, Delaware. Called The Delaware Growler (48 East Main Street Newark, DE 19711 302-454-7695), you won’t find a greater selection of those little beer breweries that people into beer really like. And if you go there, you’ll see the original of this stunning picture showing two things… that selling beer is simply in our blood and my brother should not sport a mustache.