I’m not sure if there is a more upsetting experience than walking in through your front door and smelling poo.  If you have a dog and you get that first whiff of an accident, you immediately know that there is a pile of crap lying somewhere in your house in a place where it shouldn’t […]

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I’ve come home several times over the past few months and noticed that someone has rummaged through the trash. Now, I have three suspects: the girl cat, the boy cat, and the dog. They all have an equal chance of being responsible. The girl cat is smart enough to be able to […]

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So I decided to break up Mia’s (my dog) monotonous life by taking her to the local dog park. I haven’t been to a dog park in this area, so I spent the morning finding a suitable one not so far from my house…and of course I got lost.
Now, shouldn’t it be a crime when […]

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I looked over on my bed and I think I caught Dominic, my boy cat, beating off. He had that look in his eyes like “Damn, I thought I locked that door!” Guess it’s time for me to wash that comforter now…

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