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
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
Let 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