He returns, battle-hardened and wiser


He managed to escape the yard today and roam for god knows how long. Then straight up killed a chipmunk and made me chase him down to get the poor li'l dude's body respectfully disposed of.

This fearsome warrior. This noble descendant of the goddamn wolf. This John Wick of dogs.

A jailbreak, a sojourn through the wastes of the Forbidden Zone, and a hot-blooded murder. Now he requires only a baptism in the tears of his enemies. And a snuggle with Monkey.

Try a Little Tenderness


I got Mugsy an Easter Peep out of the stuffed toy bargain bin. He mostly uses it as a Realdoll.

Right now he's worn out after an all-too-brief tussle, so they're spooning instead.

It's the quiet, intimate moments that build the brightest memories.

Hidden Treasures

I've been hunting for vintage dinner plates online and my tracking cookie ads have gotten unexpectedly great:


This is WAY better than when they show me stuff I already bought on Amazon.