By Georgie Gurl I’ve never doubted that my humans love me very much. But just because someone loves you, doesn’t mean they necessarily understand you. And I don’t care if you’re a dog or a human. Being understood is something we all crave very much. In fact, sometimes, it’s even more important than being loved. […]
He came in like a bat out of hell, this thing they called “brother.”
I can’t laugh, either, but I can do silly things to make my friends laugh. When I’ve got that crazy grin on my face, that’s my way of laughing.
My pulse quickened and I knew I was a goner. See, I have a thing for bad boys and this fox lookalike was clearly the BADDEST boy in the neighborhood.
The humans called it my “cookie dance.” It was probably more like a case of the biscuit DTs. But whatever you call it, it worked. We were speaking the same language and life was good.
There have also been some other, more unsettling changes in the hood. Odd, menacing creatures have moved into some of our neighbors’ yards and my humans seem oblivious to their presence.
By Georgie Gurl So I’m just going to throw this out there. I’m a girl who likes to eat. A lot. And pretty much, anything. Dry kibble? Delish! Big bugs? The crunchier the better! Sand? Sure! Why not? Used, snotty tissues? But of course! You could say I’m pretty much the four-legged fuzzy equivalent of […]