Time to pretend I’m a grumpy old man shaking my fist at kids who would so much as look at my perfect lawn … but, darn, those conscientious dog owners! How dare they take their dogs out each day, giving them long strolls through the neighborhood? Who are these kind-hearted people who care about their pets? Have they been watching the Dog Whisperer or the Doggie Dominatrix? And why are there so many of them?…
This morning, while walking Doggle Woggle, I was bit by a mosquito in the crook of my arm. I smashed the mosquito and went on my way. The bite swelled up, as mosquito bites normally do, and it itched a little. Here’s the interesting thing about my mosquito bites. Ever since I developed eczema a number of years ago, I’ve noticed that mosquito bites do not last long on me. Where they typically remained…
After my last post, which is serious, I wanted to put up something lighthearted. I’m not sure how I managed this photo because it is almost impossible to get a clear shot of Doggle Woggle. He moves too much. But, here it is, a selfie of Aleksandr and I in the dining room at home. (Note the way-cool painting in the background.) I am remarkably clear and my eyes are open. (My family knows what…