Not a Mammal Monday: Pigeon Circus

Sometimes, a person who considers herself an animal lover ends up in awkward situations, at even the most unlikely times. While I normally avail myself to mammals in need of help, this past Friday I ended up offering assistance to a different species entirely. In retrospect, I should have written about this incident the day…

My Husband, the Hero

For most of the past week, The Electrician and I have relocated to the spare bedroom because the guest bed has a much firmer mattress, and we hoped it would help my knotted-up spine correct itself. Between the change in bed and the three treatments on my neck I suffered through, I am close to…

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…

The Immunity Challenge

I am sick unto death. As much as I realize my statement is melodramatic, I really do feel like I’m on the verge of the great hereafter. Actually, it’s possible I’m already dead and I’m writing this as zombie Kay. The craving for brains hasn’t set in yet, but I admit I’m short tempered enough…

And I Was Very Brave

Well, maybe I wasn’t “very” brave, but at least I wasn’t sobbing on the operating table this time. Surgery was pretty smooth, and the doctor promised to be extra gentle. Bless him, he mixed another drug (bicarbonate of something) into the freezing to take some of the sting out of it; he also used an…

Just Die, Already!

I have a phone that’s smarter than I am. Mostly, I bought it to play Angry Birds, and to manage things here on Blue Speckled Pup while I’m out and about. As most smart phone owners know, the brilliant little things suck power like a frat boy drinks cheap beer through a funnel, so I…

Cold Water Wash

When it’s ten twenty-nine at night and I am finally sitting down to write today’s post, all signs point (with wailing sirens, tinkly bells and flashing pink lights) to a very full day. While I waited at Wal-Mart in the line of the slowest cashier in the history of discount stores, I drew a (rare)…

Keeping My Hands on the Wheel

I am a rule follower. My phone is shut off even before the movie previews begin. All my text messages are properly punctuated. Leroy’s used cat litter is double-bagged, as per the city’s request. I sometimes worry about accidentally washing a sweater in warm water with my other clothes when the label very clearly states…

Call Me Miss Muffet

Leroy has his own room, in a way, in the dollhouse. The back bedroom will eventually be my working office if I get my act together (or rent a bulldozer to clear the rubble) but for now, Leroy’s bed is in the corner, and his business box is hidden in the teeny closet that really…

A Million Little Carcasses

The Electrician and I drove out to my parents’ place this afternoon. His dad is home on holidays from working overseas, and has been visiting people all over the place over the last weeks, so we invited The Electrician’s folks out to the farm as well. It was the first time my parents met his…

Night of the Living Dairy

I don’t drink milk for two reasons: first, it does horrible things to my insides. Second, I really don’t like it and tend to overlook it in my fridge. This creates a problem because I often buy a small carton or jug of the stuff for baking or for The Electrician’s Golden Grahams, then promptly…

Murder in Cold Blood, if Spiders Actually Had Blood

Did you know spiders have no muscles? Instead, their limbs function on a system of arachnid hydraulics, or something close to that.┬áThe complicated locomotion of spiders, though, doesn’t stop them from being utterly disgusting. I’m not going to pretend to tolerate spiders. I hate the nasty things. When I went downstairs the other night to…