Dad's critters

This is Sarah’s father again.  By now you’re probably tired of hearing from me.  I know Sarah is. But, I can’t help it.  Sarah needs help.  She may not even know it.  I know of a few minor tweaks that will →MORE...

Dec 30, 2009
Nearly a year ago, a cat started frequenting my dad’s porch.  My father fed it and gave it some attention and the cat returned.  Every day.  Day after day after day.  My father named the cat, well, Cat. After awhile, a →MORE...

Remember Thor?  Yeah.  This is his doghouse.  And his hydrant.

Oct 26, 2009
Over the weekend, Donald and I plopped Charlotte in a pouch and released the hound and walked to my folks’ place for a waffle breakfast.  Whenever this happens, the dogs receive whatever waffles are leftover after breakfast.  It’s a nice treat →MORE...