Entries by frogdogz

Oh, those ever so unhealthy Frenchies…

Common knowledge says that ALL French Bulldogs drop dead of something or other by the age of five. Those that don’t are relegated to a life of riding around in mobility scooters or needing ramps to get up and down off of curbs. Someone forgot to tell that to Gunny – Bullmarket Spirit Shogun Dragon […]

Chaos Ensues

Dexter is home, and boy – did I forget how much trouble a young, rambunctious, adolescent male who also has the ability to vault himself onto the backs of chairs can be! So far, he and Elliott have paid no attention to each other, which is likely because they have so many other things to […]

In which I become domesticated

I made bread! Bread, bread, bread! Real, live, honest to God, yeasty bread! Sorry, let me just calm down. I’ve always had an irrational fear of making bread. I figured it was one of those things that required specialized skills to be able to master – perhaps an extra set of female chromosomes or something. […]