After months of being photographed in the wee hours of the morning scooping dog poop in my sweatpants, flip-flops and flannel, I finally persuaded Doug to change the location of his critter cam. Within hours, at a watering hole just beyond the kids’ playscape, it captured a most forbidding visitor.
A mallard duck’s final thought after he crashed into our window and landed in our flower garden: This house is most definitely NOT for the birds.
Look who the critter cam caught walking around our yard in broad daylight this week. It’s starting to make sense why house cats never last more than a year around this neighborhood…
A woman never knows how much she loves her shoes until she discovers one of them mangled, gnawed and strapless, its very sole torn from the heel, at the murky bottom of a dog bed. You may think it was just an Ugg. But from where I’m standing, my left foot will never be fabulous again.