It’s Not Easy Being Green Part II

Over the course of having trixie, I’ve learned a lot of stuff. Some I had to learn quickly, some tidbits have floated in slowly. One thing I hadn’t given a lot of thought to, until recently, was poop bags. When I got Babs, I tried to prepare as much as I could, even though that …

Bird Poop in Aisle 3

Here’s something else weird that happened to me when I was home for the holidays. I got a new braille watch which is awesome. Because braille watches are watches that you use by opening the face and touching the hands, they get more ware than your average watch. They get dirty. the latch that holds …

A Frisky Trixie Christmas

Hey everybody. I’m back again. I figure if Carin gets to talk about the holidays, so can I. so I got my picture done with this Santa guy. What a letdown that was. He wasn’t that special. I didn’t like him too much because they made me sit with him and Carin stood away from …

Holiday Wrap-Up Chatter

Well, it’s that time of the year again where I babble about the holidays and such. it looks like ever since I’ve been here splattering whatever I have to say all over this place, I seem to do some kind of holiday wrap-up. Look at that. Without even meaning to, I’ve started a traddition! Now …

Santa Paws Is Coming, To Town

Well, it’s official. Trixie met the man in the red suit yesterday. what did she think of him? She wasn’t sure. first, she had to jump up on a raised chair, something that weirded her out a bit, especially since I wasn’t going up with her. But we got her up there and situated. then …

She Talks Trixie Talk

Hey everybody. It’s been a while. did ya miss me? Of course you did! Everybody loves me and misses me and wants to pet me and…oh yeah, I can’t get a pet. I’m working right now. So the c-c-c-c-cold is coming back. But somehow, this year, it doesn’t seem so scary and confusing. for one …

My Poor dog, Getting all the Blame

I feel like I’m repeating myself, but whatever. I guess repetition is good. Let me try and explain something once and for all. When I’m standing at the corner getting ready to cross the street, my dog does not decide when it’s safe to go. I do. If I say go and she sees cars …

My Dreams Are Going to The Dogs Again!

Man! I had a weird dream. I love it when I have a dream this weird because it’s worth writing down, even if I hate the dream itself. I dreamed that I had to retire Trixie. I hate it when I dream things like this. I think I dreamed the same thing around this time …