TL;DR – I have them, I can control them, but my dog can’t. When I was a boy, maybe 3 or 4 years old, I remember my parents had a retired greyhound named Taffy. She was pretty old, and shy, and I could tell she really loved me even though all I wanted to do […]Read more "Emotions"
My little furry man is 3 years old. In his third year, he learned to dance, wait, roll-over, shake with both hands, and is starting to heel when walking on a leash. It’s really important to me that he have the best little puppy life I’m able to provide him. In the next year, I’m […]Read more "Paul’s 3rd Year"
I used to be a cat person… I blame Garfield for this – his snarky wit and ability to own any situation was, in my youth, something I actually looked up to. Then I got fat because I was lazy and ate lasagna all day, so my parents made me start riding my bike to […]Read more "Paul is 2 years old today"