There’s something disturbing and gross and (again) disturbing about your dog humping your toddler. I don’t know what it is. But it’s something.

Middle Aged

Just took Hammy to the vet for his wellness exam. Hammy is 4.5-years-old and the vet said he is now middle aged. Middle aged? When did that happen? I remember when he was just a little pup chewing on my…

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Found this beautiful display this morning. In case you’re wondering why I have dog breath. Not funny, Grady.

Poor Hammy

Hammy was in the crate this morning because he can’t be trusted when Grady is eating at his level. So after Grady finished his banana, he took off his diaper, walked over to the crate and peed on Hammy. Way…

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Stop Staring at Me

How am I supposed to get any work done when I have these two kids staring at me all day? Grady: Mom, come home and play with us. Hammy: Mom, come home and feed us.

It’s Ok, Hammy

Tonight I couldn’t get Hammy to stop barking. Just when I was ready to grab him by the neck and drag him to the crate, Grady ran over to Hammy and pet him gently and gave him a hug. It…

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Dog Dog Dog Dog

Dog Dog Dog Dog. That’s what I am hearing from the other room. And unfortunately, it’s not Grady saying the word. It’s a book that speaks when you push buttons. And it’s Hammy operating the buttons. He’s pawing at the…

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Hammy has been licking his butthole raw. I don’t know how else to put it. Grady thinks this is hysterical. So much so that he’s tried to join in the licking. Talk about being proud of your son. Other kids…

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Of all the things I expected to encounter on my walk with Hammy, a coyote was not on the list. Thank God I didn’t have Grady with me. Because, the neurotic freak that I am, I had to google coyotes…

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500 Dollars Later

Sure we have all been to the vet and felt like we are being taken for a ride. They tell you your dog needs this or that or this and that plus this and extra that. And we agree to…

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