Dachshund Chronicles: Chapter 31 The L.A.S.E.R. Room “Did you ever find out what in the world Harley’s building over at her Brownstone?” Roper asked Harry. He was sitting behind his desk flipping through a catalog of fabric swatches the day after the party. Harry nodded briskly. “Yes, Sir, I did. Continue Reading
Friends, you simply cannot imagine how harrowing and difficult the past few weeks have been for me. And so I will tell you, in great detail. I was born in the Gulag, to a poor peasant dachshund. In spite of my humble – impoverished, even – circumstances, I overcame my indigence to become Continue Reading
The view from the Family Bed is rarely a peaceful one. As is so often the case, Bachmann has made himself a nuisance in The Family Bed once again. Over the past weeks, since before Thanksgiving, he’s been causing all sorts of trouble for the other Companions and for me. His porky Continue Reading
Well. Clearly I have been absent from the blog for some time. I wish I had a good excuse, but the truth is that my humans are just selfish, selfish people who do not consider my needs, or the needs of my subscribers. I apologize, dear readers, for the terrible loss you’ve Continue Reading
This week, Mama Dog devoted an entire post to me on her blog. As is my due. Being a generous, thoughtful, considerate, selfless, loving dog – I want to say a few words about her as well. Where to begin … Well, for starters, she never lets me out in Continue Reading
I realize it’s been some time since my Independence Day post. I have been struggling with such fatigue and have found it most difficult to manage both my duties within the Family Bed and my obligations to you, gentle readers. Additionally, my Mama Dog has been in desperate need of a Social Secretary Continue Reading
While working on his play, Henry V, Shakespeare took a few days to visit his older sister, Judith and her family. He brought his work with him on this holiday and often worked late into the night, sometimes requesting refreshments from his sister’s maid, Irish-born Ailbe O’Roarke. Miss O’Roarke, something of Continue Reading
As you can clearly see, the past two weeks have taken a toll on me, both personally and professionally. To hear the whole sordid mess, you’ll have to read Mama Dog’s blog. But here’s what she left out … While Daddy and Mama Dog were jetting off to exotic Continue Reading
During the Second World War, a lesser known but equally important war was being fought: The Great Fabric War. Irish textile manufacturer, Finnegan O’Fergus set out to create a synthetic fabric that would be more durable, flexible and cost-effective than cotton. He determined that the common Irish potato was a Continue Reading
It is raining and cool in my portion of the world again today. This time of year generally brings warm sunbeams in which I can bask, but this year, I’m experiencing a decided lack of bask-worthy options. Because of this unseasonably cool, wet weather, I am in great need of a Continue Reading
