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.
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 […]
By George Gurl JURASSIC PARK—Truth is, I wasn’t feeling tremendously eloquent today. Maybe it’s because summer has been hanging on too long, and I’m over the sticky Florida heat. Maybe it’s because it’s been a long week and I’m TGIF-ing. I mean, who can focus after 3 o’clock on a Friday? Maybe my paws are […]
My bench shrunk.