Lin Hawthorne

walked into our kitchen to find our five month old puppy on top of our bar-height table. Gatorade is spilled everywhere and he’s going after the sugar bowl. One word: tranquilizers

So we locked the cat and the dog in the laundry room together. We’re hoping they either kill each other or become friends. We’d be ok with either outcome.

The rain always makes me want to curl up next to the fire with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. OK, Sara, it’s the dead of summer. Let’s substitute fire for air conditioner and hot chocolate for a foofy drink.

Yeah, Toby just pooped on the floor. Dave noted how much it smelled. Welcome to my world.