Posted by Holly Jarrett on 09/29/15
Anyone who has raised children understands the potential for forgotten manners and the resultant embarrassment parents must endure. Apparently, this hazard is inherent in the personas of our fur-covered darlings as well.
To offer a little in the way of background, when we decided to sell our investment property we enlisted the services of a top notch realtor. We purposefully chose this person, whom for privacy sake I shall call Phlegm, based on his large number of ...
Posted by Holly Jarrett 08/07/15.
“Pumpkin?” Did Tilly’s vet just tell us to feed her pumpkin? Or maybe he was describing her rounded figure.
Clearly, something had to give. The dog was morphing into a giant Tootsie Roll. Gone was any hint of a waist. Her head appeared to have been pasted on as though an afterthought, along with four oddly spindly legs, saddled with the colossal task of supporting her portly torso.
“Cut back on the amount of food you are feeding and ...
Posted by Holly Jarrett 05/13/15
School mornings find me making breakfast smoothies. School mornings usually find Tilly at my feet as I make breakfast smoothies. One never knows what treasures might fall from the sky. Yesterday, Tilly died and went to heaven, metaphorically speaking of course.
Frozen bananas are key to the texture, and most importantly the temperature of a smoothie. Frozen bananas are also considered by Tilly to be a delectable treat, secondary only to ice cream.
Thus, when a wayward banana sailed off the ...
Posted by Holly Jarrett 05/09/15
Such an innocent face. Who would ever believe that this precious little doggie could be any trouble?
Hogwash! The dog is a hellion. For those of you who don’t already know, this term is used to describe a “rowdy, mischievous, or troublemaking person, especially a child.” Well, this is perfect, because this is Tilly in a nutshell.
What exactly possesses an 8-year-old dog to chew up a worn straw hat whose only value is sentimental? It survived several mission ...
Posted by Holly Jarrett 04/08/15
Today was different. Mom says it was a "good" day, that I was a "good" dog. Tilly says that good dog does not mean good things. Good dog means hunger. Good dog means boring.
Tilly has agreed to teach me the finer points of not being a good dog.
Tilly provided me with a list:
Always be ready for opportunities. These might come in the form of an unattended chicken leg, or a bag of Skittles carelessly placed on ...
Posted by Holly Jarrett 03/13/15
Tilly is eight and one would think that she was beyond puppy antics. Beyond chewing up valuables, oh like say a Beats cord. How about raiding a cricket Kritter Keeper? But we know better, for we have lived with this conniving genius of a dog for six of those eight years. So, Saturday morning finds us at Target, purchasing a trash can with a child proof lid, as well as a lock tight container for the dog ...