Posts Tagged Ling Ling


Shaky Dog Love

  I guess I need to get used to the seizures. The Crack Puppy would not settle next to my leg last night, as we Facebooked, watched TV and read about Salvation History. Then she raised up her front end and went rigid. She was seizuring again.

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The Day the Super-Cute Crack Puppies Turned Into Werewolf-Lion-Zombie Duck-Eaters

I swear I thought the Missus had said the doglettes did not mind the duck family that she had adopted, which have eaten my bread and shat on my driveway with abandon for a week. Wouldn’t it be cute, I thought, to get the doglettes to walk near the ducks so I could take a […]

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Crack Puppy Mule Team

I now know EXACTLY what it’s like to be a mule-skinner, driving a team of 20 mean, ornery mules. Cracking the reins. Cursing. Spitting tobacco juice down your shirt. Yep, I know EXACTLY what it’s like to be a mule-skinner. At least one who has two small dogs playing the parts of 20 mean and […]

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Eye Boogers & the Crack Puppy

  Aside from several members of the immediate family, there is nothing on Earth that the GM Finance loves more than the *Crack Puppy. This explains why Ling Ling III has been given a trendy green sweater. Why she gets chicken treats, and yam treats, and rawhide sticks. Plus Grade-A chicken, cooked tenderly and with […]

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Crack Puppy Walkies

“It’s a nice day. Why don’t you get some exercise and go walk the dogs. Take Ling Ling, too,” says the GM of Finance. Ugh. Walking the 100-pound semi-deaf, going-blind Moosedawg by himself is easy enough. Sure, for the first 100 yards or so he tries to drag me. But over the last 13 years, […]

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We Just Buried Cassie. Sniff.

Well, we just buried Cassie. She almost made it to 12, despite life-long eye, skin and hip problems. About 3am she started screaming out in pain or fear. I assumed she must have caught her toenails in the carpet and sprained or popped out one of her wonky hips. We loaded her up with the […]

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Simple dogs – and why we love ’em

We have two dogs – well, one almost-a-dog (Cassie the Shih Tzu) and one moosedawg (Buddy the 100-pound, half German Shepherd, half moose, bark-o-holic). Both are 77. Like most septuagenarians, they have health issues. Cassie, bless her heart, has crappy skin and has scratched and scratched since we inherited her 9 years ago (note: ALWAYS […]

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