“You take her around the outside and I’ll run inside and we’ll score on those pesky humans.” A tense situation but Rebel and Sally  have a plan.

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One of the many things I love about my town is that we have a “Dog Park.” It’s a place to take your pup and let him/her run freely and socialize with other like-minded canines while you get to share pet stories. Since I haven’t been blessed with grandchildren yet, what else can I do? (more…)

So he didn’t sound like Julie Andrews but his tune was as big a hit.

My special friend Margaret Ann celebrated her 50 something birthday tonight (fifty-fifteen to be exact), and we escorted her into senior citizenship in high style. Our friend Bill Roberts toasted her with a special song he had arranged to the tune of the Sound of Music hit “These are a Few of My Favorite Things.” It went something like this…. (more…)

My son, Braddock, has gone to Grand Isle, Louisiana, to do some fishing. He left me for the first time with his nine month old Golden retriever pup, Sally. He’s never trusted me with her before.

Never mind that she’s the size of a grizzly bear and can knock me over like a feather.

This may be the closest I ever get to being a grandmother - or Glam-ma, which was the name I selected for myself for my future grandchildren. (The grandfather would have been grump-pa. Maybe that’s why he didn’t hang around.) (more…)

Your ice cream’s lost weight.

There’s something squirrelly going on at the grocery store…and I think it’s despicable. I’m not blaming my grocer, mind you. But I’ve got a bone to pick with the slick marketing folks at some of the nation’s largest, and most trusted manufacturers.

As we struggle to deal with escalating food costs, we are beginning to see not only sharply higher prices, but smaller packages on items we typically buy week after week. We expected the price hikes, but not the slight of hand you would have expected from a common river boat gambler. (more…)

There are always more dogs than buns!

College baseball officially ended in my town today. It wasn’t a great season, and the only thing I have to show for it is tiny packages of odd wad hot dog buns that I can’t bring myself to throw away. I keep hearing my mother talk about the starving children in Africa.

Isn’t it a bit suspicious how the manufacturers of hot dogs and the hot dog bun makers can’t seem to get their acts together? There are typically ten dogs in a package, but only eight buns. Now, why is that? It’s a plot, that’s what it is. I blame the bun people - you must buy two packages of buns to service one 10-pack of dogs. They know full well six buns are destined to die of freezer burn if you save them at all. That’s just wrong. (more…)