My! Aren’t we fancy?

P1000290My dog’s pretty mellow.  Sometimes I call her Yellow Dog (from Chevy Chase’s Funny Farm).  I love the scene where Andy grabs the tongs to get Yellow Dog’s tail out of the fire.  I laugh every time.

Ginger isn’t quite that mellow; her tail is an entity unto itself and if it had landed in the fire, probably would have burned our house down since it would have strewn hot embers and burning logs all across the living room.  But besides that tail of hers, she is EXACTLY like Yellow Dog…almost. Continue reading

Why I love my Dog!

yellowstone 012To preface this, I’m not a dog person.  I’m a Ginger person.  Ginger’s my golden retriever, and she’s the most awesome hairy rug I’ve ever had.  These are things I love about her:

1.    I potty trained her in a week.  None of my kids were done that fast!

2.    I can say mean things in a nice voice and she’ll wag her tail and grin at me.

“Ginger, who’s the stinkiest, stupidest, hairiest dog in the world? That’s right! You are! Your breath kills brain cells; your hair clogs vacuums; and you chase red dots from pen lighters. You’re a complete and utter DORK!”

…And she sits at my feet as I berate her and shines that golden grin on me. Continue reading

White Winters—or the lack thereof?

Winter 2008 025Let it snow ALREADY! It’s January and there is no white! That was okay when I lived in Nevada, but I’m in Idaho, for Pete’s sake. I’d like to go x-country skiing and make a snowman…and Ginger wants to eat it!

Never would I have thought I’d be wishing for snow as an adult.  Snow makes driving a white knuckle experience, but I’d sacrifice and put up with that if the snow would just start doing its job.  January is weird without white! Continue reading