The Other Side of the Fence


Seems like things ought to be green on the other side of the fence, does it not?  More likely, one will find patches of brown grass, the occasional bouquet of dandelions and if one looks carefully, a pile of dog poo or two.

You see, that's what makes us all alike, uh, in a different way.  We think we've got it bad, or good or strange, or funny.  They've got it bad and good and strange and funny, too.  Only they've got it funnier because they've got us next door, and we're us.

So here we are.  On my side of the fence.  Sometimes you'll find something new in the Dog Blog.  We have four:

Pepper: five pounds of absolute terror in a Yorkie body.  If Pepper ain't happy, everybody's gonna hear about it.  Husband belongs to Pepper.  He taught her to speak, but he never taught her to shut up.

Truffles: a small, gorgeous fawn/black masked pug.  I bred Ch pedigreed pugs for some of the most joyful years in recent memory.  However, my health took a dive and in a rare moment, Husband put his foot down and said "No More."   So Truffles was my last pup bred from my own.  She was an only pup, born by emergency C-section, of course, and is truly a beautiful, precious, funny little girl.

Sheba: an apricot toy poodle.  She has little to do with people, unless food is involved.  Otherwise she can be found atop the highest pillow in the room, surveying her domain.

and last but never least,

MeiMei: a brindle French bulldog.  MM's father is Rook, one of the first frenchies I ever laid eyes on, and I was totally in love from the moment I saw him.  He has championships, accolades as long as my arm, but this is about my MeiMei.  MM is little for a frenchie (standard is under 28 lbs).  MM is about 17 pounds of muscle.  She snorts, snarfles, and makes pig noises both when awake and asleep.  She expresses her excess flatulence, regardless of the occupants of a room and can clear that room in record time.  She is fiercely loyal to me, has barely been away from me from the moment I brought her home.  She goes to the bathroom with me, she stands between me and *every* person in the room, guarding me.  She is a companion of my heart.

Oh yes, there's Husband (unparalleled), Daughter (22, about to get her Master's Degree), Older Son (18, about to study abroad in Japan for a year...not thinking about it, not thinking about it), and Younger Son (14, a sensitive, caring child who also happens to have a black belt and can kill you ten different ways with his pinkie.)

Anyway, if you don't see a new entry on this month's side of the fence, check the Dog Blog, or if you're really feeling brave, you might try Dark Humor.  However, I issue this warning:  I have systemic lupus erythematosus.  Some really crappy stuff comes with that disease.  Sometimes there are things that *only* another chronically ill person, or someone who lives with one, would find funny.   Other times, there are things for women.  But I'm told that I received Bonus Points from at least two people because they laughed so hard over one of the entries.  I'll leave you to decide whether or not to find out what a Bonus Point is.