Also, you bet the neighbors have heard me asking Romeo where for he art.

By the way, the dog I got two days before Valentine's day's name is Romeo, so that's cool, but I don't think I mentioned he got his name because he wouldn't get off of the female dog, and they neutered him, but TWO DAYS later he was still going at her, so the husband said they had to find a new home for him or he goes to the pound. I got a free magnificent looking dog because this dude didn't want to wait a few weeks for the hormones to fully fade.

I mean, I really don't want to be Donna Reed nice. You ever hear the story about the time Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was arrested and they stuck a cop dog in the back with him to keep him subdued, and he made friends with it? That's the nice I aspire to be. That's the level of kindness I want to achieve in my life.

I talk for the dogs all the time, looking at their body language and saying out loud what they seem to be communicating before I respond to them. Well, now the 6yr old is convinced I can literally talk to animals and refuses to believe it's not some kind of magic, even when I try to point out ear and tail position and stuff. Starting to think I might stop trying to talk her out of it and just go with it. Might even come up with a scandalous dialog about a cookie heist.

If civilization collapses, I'm training my dogs to do circus tricks and taking our show on the road, we'll sing for our supper.

Joe just looked at the new dog (#4, mind you) and said, "I don't think we're pushing the limit yet, but with another one, we probably would be, huh?" Lol, help.

I knew he was a Pom, but I saw him groomed, I was unprepared for what a loaf of fluff he is! He's like a little Newfie! Anyway, when you open the refrigerator door it summons a flock.

Bought these vanilla cuttings a couple of years ago, was told it might take 3 years before I get a flower, but I'm just happy there's a sign of something growing, even if it might just be a root gone astray. Sigh. I suppose orchid fertilizer should rise on the priority list. That's a 6 inch pot, for scale. Fingers crossed I see a vine this year.

Okay, that's when you go with the leopard print, sensible heels, and maybe a muted red lipstick, and pretend you're someone who is a polite lady, rock her with perfect behavior and manners and let her simmer in her discomfort and judgement. Personally I channel Morticia or Abby from NCIS, it tames the intimidating vibe people say I give off.