The temps over the weekend were crushing. How hot was it? So hot the Jehovah’s Witnesses were proselytizing by email So hot the bees took off their yellow jackets So […]
This is Jet. He is our son’s dog. That makes him Max’s cousin but Max considers Jet as his nemesis. Anyway, Jet stopped by to wish you all a Happy Independence Dog Day.
The saga of the paws has yet to resolve. It has become Max’s version of the Never Ending Story. The so-called new and improved treatment plan made little difference. Max’s […]
It was the day before Father’s Day. In anticipation of the celebration, Max and I were productively engaged in the traditional activities of quaffing malt beverages, chomping jerky treats and telling snorf, snorf jokes when the Alpha Japanese Female interrupted and screamed like a harridan that wistfully mentioned that she […]
So there we were, cruising Highway 49, singing old Monkees’ tunes since there are no new Monkees’ tunes, and remarking about how incredibly soggy Northern California had become after a […]
The dogs of the Viking Age were both working animals and beloved companions. That’s quite unlike your common or garden variety Maltese who has never done a lick of work in his life. We know Viking dogs were considered devoted friends because they were frequently buried along side their masters. Ancient runestones show Viking warriors […]
With every report things are looking more positive as Tropical Storm Ana fails, so far, to grow into a hurricane and starts to veer west of the islands. Can’t be too comfy yet as these are unpredictable beasts. For now, we’ll keep our paws crossed. Here’s an interesting graphic that […]
Once again there is a storm bearing down on the Malt. It’s too soon to assess whether Tropical Storm Ana, soon to be a hurricane, will be a problem or not. The local lore is that late season hurricanes are the dangerous ones. Our hurricane season ends October 31st. Well, […]
We added a new love seat in the living room. It was in the condo for less than 3 minutes before it was claimed. Since then he refuses to share. Pushy, spoiled little dog.
Last night Max and I were ambling along Ke’eaumoku Street, trading wisecracks and sass as good buddies often do. We had pretty much agreed that hedgehogs would have a better reputation if they shared the hedge a little more. But I digress. We noticed a new food emporium had opened. Ladies and […]