Mammal Mondays: The High-Carb Diet

First, in excellent doggy news, we are thrilled to announce that Miss Bernadette has gone to an excellent, loving, and permanent home. It was love at first sight for Bernie, who pranced out into the porch to meet her new people, when every other visitor to the dollhouse has had to wait for her to…

Mammal Mondays: Feeling a Little Flat

Friends, it is the end of an era. Sherman’s cherished soccer ball–a relic from The Electrician’s childhood–has given up the ghost. Since his earliest days in the dollhouse, Sherm has played with the soccer ball: initially, this meant rolling it across the yard with his nose and toddling after it when we kicked it for…

Mammal Mondays: Be Careful What You Wish For

Mondays seem to arrive more frequently than other days of the week, certainly more than the excellent days, like Saturday. Before I know it, it seems another Monday is wheezing its stale breath in my face, and I’m both back to work and looking for something to write about for my weekly Mammal Monday post….

Mammal Mondays: Happy Family Day

To my fellow Albertans, happy Family Day. At some point during my childhood, the Alberta government voted to make today a provincial holiday so families could spend time together, and possibly to break up the bleak stretch of winter between New Year’s Day and Easter. A Monday off during a month that’s traditionally punctuated by…

Mammal Mondays: Vana and the Stench

Let me introduce you to the little squirt who joined our dollhouse family temporarily as our latest foster dog through Second Chance Animal Rescue Society. This is Vana: Obviously, Vana has some sort of beagle-icious mix going on. She’s just a wee thing, well under 40 pounds and reaching only to my knee if she…

Mammal Mondays: Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

Family dropping in for visits and meals is an integral part of the holidays, of course. Sherman and Leroy are always elated to welcome guests into the dollhouse, but for some reason, they truly lose their minds when my mom and dad stop by. By “lose their minds,” I mean Leroy starts drooling and purring…

Mammal Mondays: I’ll Have a Blue (Speckled) Christmas

In exciting news, The Electrician and I put up our Christmas tree nearly a week ago. It’s the first tree I’ve had as an adult, other than the “Hystmas” pine I erected in honour of sending my uterus packing five years ago. I don’t think a tree decorated with Tampax really counts toward the yuletide…

Mammal Mondays: Sherm and Santa, 2012

As we have for the past three holiday seasons, Sherman and I went to see Santa Claus at his dog daycare this weekend–Sherm’s daycare, not one at the North Pole, of course. All the proceeds from photos with the jolly old elf go to support animals in need through Second Chance Animal Rescue Society, the…

Mammal Monday: Maid of the Mist

Sherman runs on a treadmill in addition to walking outside because we can’t walk him far enough or long enough–particularly in the winter–to really drain his batteries properly. Anyone who has owned a border collie or a border mix knows how important it is to keep these mutts exercised, lest they decide to create their…

Mammal Mondays: Marking and the Mutt

I am buried under vast heap of marking right now. It’s a normal condition of my job, but no one around here is too pleased about it. My poor husband has to come visit me in the kitchen where I’m toiling away, and Sherman finds good spots near me to sit, pace, or lie down…

A Wednesday Miracle in the Dollhouse

Sometimes the snow falls so violently that I have to spell stupid with three o’s to really express my feelings about the weather. Today was uggg-lee. See, look at me with all the extra letters. Sorry. I’ll try to get a grip. Edmonton roads were so wretched by this afternoon that our secretary had a…

Halloweenie

Late in October, every year without fail, things get a little creepy. It’s dark by seven o’clock, and a chilled wind twists through the neighbourhood, tossing the carcasses of leaves along the gutters and knocking bare branches against my windows. I can’t help but feel my skin crawl when I’m outside alone after dark. The…