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World's Worst Mom

Don’t worry. Toby is fine. He doesn’t have to go to the vet; I do.

Cairn terrier looks up at the camera.

I don’t need the vet. I’m perfect.

I thought I had a handle on my eye problems, but on Monday my eye swelled up like a Greg Nicotero creation. When Friday came along and I still wasn’t feeling well, I decided to call the doctor. We’ll find out on Monday if I can go back to being me or if I have to move to Georgia to work as an extra on The Walking Dead.


If you are in or might be visiting New York City, don’t forget to stop by The Museum of the Dog! Help to rebuild NYC while celebrating humankind’s best friend. If you can’t go in person, consider buying a gift from the museum’s gift shop.

Curious what pups might do in a museum geared for dogs? Then pick up a copy of Dream Our World.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Dream Our World is fun for all ages. It is available from my shop and from Amazon.

The Owie

Pair of boots sitting on grass.

These were my boots when they were young and innocent…before they became attempted murderers.


Photo of swollen and bruised legs.



Fat, swollen, bruised legs.








It is hard to tell from these photos just how swollen and colorful my legs were from the fall.  After more than a week of healing, my left knee is only slightly smaller than it was in the photo.  (Yuck.  Old lady legs.)

Two Cairn terriers asleep on the floor.

I cannot tell you how bored we are with your knees.  Walk us already!

If my boys do care about me being hurt, they are hiding it deep, deep down inside themselves.  Geordie is normally the slowest, pokiest dog in town on our walks, but now he wants to fly.  He is lucky I can’t balance on one leg or I would boot him in the behind.


To see what my boys do when I am not around, pick up a copy of Dream Our World.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Dream Our World tells the story of two little puppies who go to the museum of their dreams.


Here is another behind the scenes story from Dream Our World:

The picture called “Dr. T. J. Eckleberg” is a reference to The Great Gatsby. We all remember from freshman English the billboard with the spectacles that represent the eyes of God looking down at the characters? Well, Dr. T. J. Eckleberg is “Mommy” looking down at the naughty pups who are so totally ignoring her that they’ve turned our backs and are playing with stuff they bought from the gift shop.



No Good Deed

I have been trying to be responsible this Summer and keep up with my garden as tasks arise.  On Thursday I was doing my best to to be a good steward and pick beets to can.  I wanted to make sure none of the precious food went to waste.  And what was the reward for my efforts?


Some stupid bug came along and bit/stung me on the eye!  Is this dampening my enthusiasm for further gardening?  You betcha.

Little Cairn Terrier smiles for the camera.

Ha! Mom, you look like Popeye!


Come visit with the boys on their adventures in Poopiter!

(Watch them laugh at my misery.)