There aren't any pictures to accompany this post. You can thank me in the comments. So, I really hate to exercise, but I've been making an effort to do a 10-minute workout from a YouTube channel a few days a week before my lunch break. To force myself to do it, when I get dressed in the morning, I put on my workout clothes first thing. I'm NOT coordinated on top of it, so yesterday's video
Emmett isn’t well-trained
Yesterday, Emmett and I were at the vet's office. We walked into the lobby, checked in, weighed him, and sat to wait our turn. How many treats did I give him through all that? One. To get him to stop wagging his tail on the scale, I stuck one treat against his snout. How many treats would I have given his brothers at that point? Like, a jillion. The vet got called away for an emergency consult.
Newt’s journey: Letting your cat outside
For the past six months or so, Newt has been attempting to scoot out the door that goes into the garage and leads to the backyard. We've had to catch her on many occasions in the garage. Not good. Not safe. For one thing, there's a hole in the wall (of course.) that leads to the space underneath the house, which you might recall has a mystery rodent, possibly armadillos, and a host of lizards and
Ozzy, revisited
It finally occurred to me on one of my catch-and-return trips with Ozzy to snap the old boy's pic. So, meet Ozzy: If you missed the original story (in which I misspelled his name, but I've now seen his collar tag enough times to have corrected that error forever), here it is: The Ozzie Story. Since then, I've found and returned Ozzy so many times that I've lost count. The worst incident,
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