Sometimes you really don’t need a reason to post a picture. It speaks for itself.
Still…
My sister Becki has an evil cat. His name is “Screamin’ Jay Hawkins.” Everyone calls him “Scream” for short. He is the bane of my sister’s existence. It’s the only creature on God’s Earth meaner than she is. I think they [...]
Somewhere in America today, a dog is uncomfortable. But not here. Not at our house.
So many people mistreat their doggies. Many of our hillbilly neighbors who have dogs leave them outside and in pens so they can bark and bark and shiver in the cold.
That’s not how we do things here at the Schmalfeldt Home [...]
We don’t let Shiloh sleep with us at night because she’s such a spaz. She will do well for the first half hour or so, then she goes from bed to bed, putting her cold nose on whichever body part is exposed, because she’s JUST… SO… BORRRRRRRRRRRRED!!!!!
Go ahead and scoff, but I think my border collie understands spoken English. I have proof!
The pain in my left leg and ankle is subsiding and the swelling has gone down some. I don’t know if it’s the heavy dosing of ibuprofen or black cherry juice. I’ll keep doing both until the damn leg pain is completely cleared up.
Gail got up at 12:30 when I did to see if there [...]
It was a noble experiment. But it turns out that Doggie Gitmo is a necessity.
As we’ve discussed in the past, we let both doggies in to the bedroom with us at night. Raven, the border collie, generally gets right down to sleep. Shiloh, our silly 3-year old German Shepherd, generally feels the need to dink [...]
A blight on doggie rights throughout the world has been eliminated. Doggie Gitmo is Closed!
Shiloh has shown over the last several weeks that she can be (more-or-less) trusted to have free run of the house when we’re in bed or away. And I’ve been banging my legs on the narrow gate trying to make my [...]
I don’t know if this is something to brag about. But it seems I have some sort of magic touch when it comes to getting our 3-year old German shepherd to poop in the yard like she’s supposed to.
Gail is generally the dog superintendent around here. She has a t-shirt that says so.
And at any [...]





