When Jesse started freaking out, I didn’t know what was going on. “Kristen, come here RIGHT NOW!” he hollered from the kitchen. I dropped everything and ran to him, but skidded to a stop when I saw Murphy lying on the floor looking googly-eyed and Jesse whitefaced, holding an empty, chewed-up up prescription bottle with no label. “What was in… Read more »
I know, I know, do we really need another pet? But when our neighbor’s cat had kittens, we fell in love with this one. So, meet Julius. As in Orange Julius. Because that’s how we roll in these parts. I don’t have a dossier on him yet because we just got him last night, but I’ll work on adding his… Read more »
The “Crazy Dog Lady” Technique
Apparently at 7 months, Murphy is firmly into his adolescent phase: He helped himself to his dad’s credit cards.
I’ve talked before about our preventive flea and tick treatments, and you would think that after all this time, everyone would be used to them! But not Zoe. She sees me bust out the Revolution box and runs for the hills. Or, you know, under the bed. I don’t know if it’s the thought of, gasp, us touching her, which… Read more »