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I told Atom that I want to start a blog chronicling things I’ve overheard him say to the dogs.  I’m not going to simply because I can’t be trusted to update one blog let alone two, but I do think it’d make for entertaining reading. Yesterday, I was in the bedroom and I heard him [...]

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On Saturday, we drove over to West Seattle to do some [more] neighborhood exploring.  Our first stop was Alki, a first visit for Adam.  Herc was in tow, so we parked early on and walked a decent distance along the path toward the sandy beaches.  I nearly died when Herc, who wanted so, so badly to [...]

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Listen up, Weekend.  I expect nothing but relaxation and laziness outta you. Nothing states your goals for the weekend more clearly than breakfast for dinner.  An egg and ham scramble served on warm biscuits seemed to get our point across nicely, but just to make sure, we sealed the deal on another day with thick slabs of [...]

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A couple weeks ago, Adam and I drove to Spokane to help celebrate my youngest niece’s 3rd birthday.  At the age of three, she has more personality than probably all of us adults combined.  She’s super cute and says super cute and funny things. For example, we were about to eat her requested birthday lunch [...]

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Home on my lunch break, I harnessed and leashed 62 pounds of furry, butt-shaking dog, so that Hercules could go outside to pee, likely in his spot, the landscaped shrubbery just outside of my apartment manager’s window. Hercules pulled me outside with the force of a dozen sled dogs fresh to the Iditarod with his paws sounding like  mice [...]

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My porker of a dog decided he needed a snack yesterday, so he helped himself to several brownies, chocolate, peanut butter cups, a pack of gum and a ball of saran wrap.   Brace yourself for a ‘duh’ -these things are toxic (especially gum.  who knew?!).  I found him on my living room floor with black [...]

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and we wonder why I’m single.

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So, Hercules, my 52 pound dog, tried to hump me.  I cried.  I wasn’t quite sure what was happening at first.  I was wrapped up in a blanket and sitting on my bed.  My friend was on my couch.  Hercules, the rule breaker that he is, decided to hop up on my bed to join me.  Before [...]

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