Tavish Holiday Tip #63
As is tradition around these parts, it’s time for the annual unveiling of our holiday card.Tavish Holiday Tip #63
As is tradition around these parts, it’s time for the annual unveiling of our holiday card.Tavish Holiday Tip #63
So, your dog’s been skunked. What should you do? (Aside from cursing the day you were born, of course.)
First and foremost, do not – I repeat DO NOT – let your dog back into your house. (Friends, I’m essentially writing this post for Past Me, in hopes that a rip in the space-time continuum will allow me to warn her of the events that transpired on November 18 and prevent her from opening that patio door. If she’d only known what Tavish had been up to out there…)
You’ve already let him back in the house, haven’t you? I’m sorry to report that it’s too late for you. There’s only one way out.So, your dog’s been skunked
Stop the presses!* It has only been two weeks since my last blog, and I’m already back. I mean, i can’t promise I’ll make this a habit, but… Anyway, today I decided to turn my… Looking for the silver whining
We live in a society. And in a society? There are rules.
I’m woman enough to admit that I don’t know it all. As a dog-having person living in a neighborhood, who can I turn to advice? How will I find out the social norms and expectations of my community so that I don’t end up cast out to survive on my own in the wild with nothing but my sixteen-pound dog for warmth?
Enter the neighborhood Facebook page.Tales of a neighborhood Facebook page
Last year was a busy blogging year for me… just not on this blog. I launched my webcomic, which – like a shiny, new toy – has gotten the lion’s share of my attention. I’ll admit that I’ve found myself missing this space and hope to give some more attention to my first blog-child in the coming year. (We’ll talk more about that later this month – stay tuned.)
With that in mind, I wanted to start off the new year with a new post. When a friend told me about 50 Happy Things, I just knew that this was the perfect way to kick off 2016 (and to help me find some positivity in a year that seemed to be full of sad news from the world at large). Plus, I love lists. I have a list of the lists that I keep. It’s like list-ception.
You can visit Tales from the Motherland for the full lowdown, but here are the basics:
I armed Tavish with a stopwatch, which he promptly ignored in favor of going back to sleep. (Hosting people for New Year’s Eve is exhausting, apparently.) So, looks like I’m on my own. Here we go…Lists and the women who love them
(Alternate post title? What to expect when you’re deflecting.) Stop me if you’ve heard this one… I’m not going to ask for a show of hands, but I have a feeling plenty of us have been… Adventures in Fur-tility: Pets as practice for children?
Picture it. A seemingly normal house on a quiet street. It could be any neighborhood. It could be your neighborhood. From the outside, it looks serene… but inside, a terrible injustice is taking place. Today, we shine a light on this hidden horror.Local woman discriminated against by small dog
I recently bought an awesome new t-shirt that says “Pugs Not Drugs.” (It’s from a cool organization I just discovered – the Chris Atwood Foundation. Obviously, Manly the Pug is doing some good work out there.)

I can’t argue with that message, and it got me thinking (a dangerous prospect, I realize). What other societal ills could we get rid of with rhyming dog breeds? Pugs? Just Say Yo
The news lately has been pretty upsetting, infuriating, and depressing. (I’ll leave it to you to decide which bucket you put each story in. However, it seems to me that they all fit neatly – and… Sometimes, it’s better to be stirring
This post is part of Blog the Change for Animals, a quarterly blog event dedicated to shining a spotlight on animal causes. I originally had another post planned for today, but it’s still in limbo due to a nasty case of writer’s block. So, I decided to share a post I did last year (with a few tweaks) about a topic that never seems to go out of style. (Just ask Bob Barker.)
From time to time, I write about some of the more interesting search terms that bring people to this humble blog. One of these search terms inspired today’s post. Those fateful words? “I want a puppy that makes puppies.” Well, dear searcher… what exactly do you mean by that? I kind of hope you’re looking for some sort of child’s toy that I haven’t heard of yet. Or a puppy prodigy that spends his spare time building Lego replicas of other puppies.When puppies make puppies…