Tag: pets
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I Guess I’d Still Like to Have Three Children
I stumbled across a comment on my blog today, asking me how old I am now and suggesting that the writer of the comment, who’s just about my age, would still like to have three children. It made me think. I still do have three children (thankfully). Sometimes I think about the essay I wrote…
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Merry as $^$^: A Christmas Tale
I’ll just start this out by being honest: I’m supposed to be working. But you guys need to know this story. So really, I’m acting selflessly by writing about it right now. You’re welcome. So. Christmas decorating. I love Christmas decorations, though setting them up is basically performing hard manual labor during a harshly cold,…
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What Love Looks Like: A Comic
For more comic silliness, see First Day of School. For more on love amid the chaos, see It’s Complicated.
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Whodunnit?
This morning, like most mornings, I woke up. I looked at my phone, turned off my alarm, answered some texts from a friend about how he likes to cook cabbage and brussels sprouts, and rolled over–into something. Oh no, I thought. When you have pets, rolling over into mystery substances or objects is usually not…
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Go Home, Lassie, You Are Drunk
Valiant, rescuing dog stories are kind of a cliché. Even if you never actually watched Lassie getting Timmy rescued from the well, you have probably encountered all the stories about brave and noble canines out there. Meg, my childhood dog, was very good at being a Labrador retriever. She was well trained. She could have…
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Dress-Up Disaster
My last funny pet story was about Darryl the cat, named after Larry, Darryl, and Darryl. Well, this one is too. Darryl figures heavily into my childhood, because he came along in that sweet spot of childhood when your pets are your primary playmates. Especially if you live in the middle of nowhere. Darryl also…
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Mystery Cat
My husband told me I should write about some of my family’s pet stories. I think he said this because they are such awesome stories. There is also a distinct possibility that he just wanted me to tell someone else about them, because he was sick to death of hearing the same couple of stories from my…