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This week has kicked my ass. Well, more accurately – Maverick has kicked my ass. We’ve been in training classes for months. The last one was called Improving Manners – neither of us has any so I thought it might … Continue reading →

A good friend of mine works for Walmart, and whenever fabric gets clearanced, he scoops up all that he can. A few years ago, he got 73 fat quarters for me, at an incredibly reduced price. This year, it was … Continue reading →

Five years ago, we brought home a little red bundle of fur, who squirmed in my arms the entire car ride. He really was NOT a fan of car rides, then or now. Oh, the plans I had for him. … Continue reading →

Tonight Maverick and I, with a great deal of help from my good friend B, finished our second training class. This one was called FOCUS, something we greatly lack. I went into it with the attitude that we were going … Continue reading →

Saturday was Maverick’s birthday. Five years have passed in a flash, but it seems that Maverick does everything fast. 🙂 My wild, funny, goofy, smart, red headed boy is apparently middle aged in dog years but try telling HIM that! … Continue reading →

Well. In spite of my trepidations, Maverick has managed to not only be a rock star, but to be the class clown. I am in shock, and so flippin overjoyed that I seriously cried the entire way home after the … Continue reading →

Yes, I’m self diagnosing. A few weeks ago, I took Maverick to the vet for blood work because this now has to be done before you can get the heartworm meds. I think it’s just an excuse to charge more … Continue reading →

We went for a walk this morning. Walkng Maverick has become training time, I’m tired of hurting everywhere and being dragged around, so we do a lot of stop and turn and go in the other direction because he loves … Continue reading →

I’m one of THOSE people. The ones who get seriously hangry, really fast. I can be going along happily and then suddenly realize that I’m hungry. In about five hot minutes, I’m not just hungry, I’m “feed me the fuck … Continue reading →

We used to eat a lot of French Fries at my house. When I met the Bear, the only things in his fridge were beer and take out containers. Seriously. We were so far apart in our eating habits, I … Continue reading →