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Something about Boobs

Photo of small gray dog and small beige dog on couch.

So. The Human is gone again to the Planned Parenthood Advocates of Arizona blog. She’s talking about… mobile… phones? No. Mobile… home? No. Mobile… something about boobs. As small dogs, we are highly in favor of boobs, as they make

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The Super Adventures of Casey & Linus: Casey Gets a Job, Part 3

Casey lined up the cans strategically. She turned to Linus. “Do you remember the plan?” Linus looked up from licking his foot. “What’s a plan?” “Do you remember what you’re going to do to the kitty?” The yellow dog’s eyes

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The Super Adventures of Casey and Linus: Casey Gets a Job, Part 2

“How many surveys can you fill out an hour?” Casey asked, poised over a calculator. Linus looked up from the bone he was chewing, still holding the slimy rawhide tight between his paws. “Depends. Do I have to read the

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The Super Adventures of Casey and Linus: Casey Gets a Job, Part 1

The continued saga of what I imagine my dogs do when I’m gone. “Paw me that newspaper.” Casey nudged Linus with her nose. “The one the cat knocked off the table.” Linus kicked the paper over with his back feet

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The Super Adventures of Casey and Linus: The Startening

This is Casey, and this is Linus: The gray one is Casey, and the other one (we call him yellow because in person — in dog? — he is precisely the color of a yellow lab) is Linus. People who’ve

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The Wall

See that, in the picture? No, not the closet. Next to it. Yes, right there, behind the dogs (who graciously agreed to pose to provide scale). That’s my brand new yoga wall. Okay, so. It’s the same wall that’s been

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Heart Opening Dogs

Today, I finished up a heart opening sequence and lay down in savasana. Yellow Dog decided it would be an excellent time to plop himself onto my chest. (I am not fooled. I’m sure he was there for ear scritches

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