Category Archives: Me Talking About My Dogs

Posts in which I talk about my dogs, something that pretty much only I – and possibly my husband – would be interested in reading about. And yet I do it anyway. ‘Cause fuck you.

Fuck.

I just buried my face in the hound dog’s fur and cried.  I told her I need her to be strong and healthy for a long time.  I let her lick my tears.  Totally gross, I know, but the hound … Continue reading

Ebony and Ivory

My parent’s dog Stealth is visiting us for the weekend.   He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he? {and yes, Delilah IS holding two boob shaped bottles.  Don’t ask.} Recommend on Facebook Share Share on Linkedin Share with Stumblers Tumblr it Subscribe … Continue reading

The Happiest Place on Earth

Maybe not the brightest idea two pregnant chicks have ever had, but my friend Amber (who’s due a mere two days before me) and I decided to attempt to beat the heat and take a 9am hike down Runyon Canyon … Continue reading

D.H. – a study in orange.

One Sunday morning in New York, my room mates and I grabbed some coffee and started a trek uptown to the 101st street ASPCA.   We’d been tossing around the idea of getting a dog (much to Katie and Amy’s dismay, … Continue reading

Apparently, I used to be cool, too.

So, a comment from my friend Eric yesterday (he was dissapointed that I had blogged about J&K+8…but c’mon – Jon IS a total douchnozzle) got me thinking.   Has pregnancy made me soft?   Has my sense of humor gone the way … Continue reading