Last week was a little hairy in the dollhouse, and not in the clumps of shed fur on the floor (a.k.a. “normal) manner. Since Sherman has been recovering from a bite on his leg last week, life has certainly been made more, uh, interesting as we trick him into taking medication, administer hot compresses to…

On Monday, I wrote about Francine, the lovely bat-eared dog waiting for a home at the Edmonton Humane Society. Luckily (although bittersweetly so) Miss Francine was adopted before the end of my self-imposed waiting period for driving myself over for the shelter to adopt her. I was in love with her satellite dish ears, and…