-
-
Archives
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- October 2010
- September 2010
- August 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- April 2010
- March 2010
- February 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- October 2009
- September 2009
- August 2009
- July 2009
- June 2009
- May 2009
- April 2009
- March 2009
- February 2009
- January 2009
- December 2008
- November 2008
- October 2008
- September 2008
- August 2008
- July 2008
- June 2008
- May 2008
- March 2007
- August 2006
- July 2006
- June 2006
- May 2006
- April 2006
- March 2006
- February 2006
- January 2006
- December 2005
- November 2005
- October 2005
- September 2005
-
Recent Posts
- Damn right, that’s right!
- Why Canada Kicks Ass & “The A-Team” Doesn’t
- Cabin Fever is not at all like Disco Fever.
- Indiana Jones woulda stuck with the khakis.
- Mawwiage… And wuv. Twu wuv.
- Still bumping into things over here.
- There’s a sale at the Sparks Street LCBO…
- Bittersweet Humidity..
- The old lady had a thing about my underwear.
- Shiny morning!
- Movies On The Go
- Another turn around the Sun.
Category Archives: The Damn Dog
Rumble = Not bright. At all.
They say a smart dog has the intelligence of an average 2 year-old. I don’t know who “they” are, but like the saying goes, why would “they” lie? That being said, I often think my dog’s pretty smart… until he … Continue reading
The mothership has landed
This was taken at Horseshoe Bay on Saturday – we figured since we had the car for the day and Rum wouldn’t be done until the afternoon, we’d take advantage and go sightseeing. This is pretty much the only picture … Continue reading
“I’m so gonna poop in your shoes.”
So Rumble’s been looking like a hippie. Very shaggy and sheepdoggish, as you can see here below: So, we took him to Fetch and got him a haircut from the only people we currently trust with our dog outside of … Continue reading
“Yes, happy holidays. Where’s my noms, buddy?”
Rumble loves the holidays because it invariably involves dropped people-food and more time spent at home – this year though my mom & step-dad are sending a gift that involved having to email ahead and find out his size… Nobody … Continue reading