A couple weeks ago, I celebrated my one-year anniversary of working freelance. I find that hard to believe, that I survived one year. I can't even begin to explain how much I've learned, from good accounting practices to marketing myself and a zillion other things I never thought I'd have to worry about. I've also learned things about myself, things that maybe aren't so flattering. For example, I

For those of you who "like" the Oh My Dog! Facebook page, you already got a taste of what's going on, but here's a recap with a little additional detail: A few weeks ago, Ann - who visits with the boys on my long work days - said, "Are you not crating Cooper anymore?" Um. We sure are! But there he was at the door, happy to see Ann! Oddly enough, the front of his crate was still

Because I somehow gave up total control of my schedule, on Tuesdays I now split my time between a copywriting gig and a teaching gig. That means I leave the house at 7:45 am and don't get home until almost 9:30 pm. The worst part? I miss this mug: And I miss this guy, especially when he's singing: And this one. Oh, boy, do I miss this one: Disclaimer: This post is for entirely selfish