Yesterday was bulk trash day, and the trash men gave me a hard time about the two piles of green refuse that my tree guys left in the swale. They were saying it was too much blah blah blah. The … Continue reading
Category Archives: Bouchard
Bouchard caught a frog out back just now. Eeek! I felt so bad for that frog. Its legs were splayed out and they were long. I was not sure if it were deceased or not. Bouchard put me in an … Continue reading
What can I say? He’s a Frenchmann. He’s a French Dobermann. He’s Bouchard, the macho Dobermann doing his morning exercise routine. Push-ups first. Rolling and stretching last. What exercises he performs in the middle of his routine are classified as … Continue reading
As if the toad episode weren’t bad enough to end yesterday with, this morning, I woke up to more reptilian horrors. As I washed the pavers and scooped the poop this morning, Bouchard (yes, again, it’s the Frenchmann) sounded the … Continue reading
Bouchard got his frog’s legs this full moon night. Actually, they were toad’s legs. Eeegads! Baby and I came back from obedience practice, and by the time I let everyone out and took two minutes to myself, Bouchard had slime all over … Continue reading