Has anyone seen my sock? “Uh, nope. Don’t see a sock, but something sure tastes like one.” Oh. Helen … Continue reading
Category Archives: Doberkids
We got a new toy over the weekend. Many Fort Doberdalians like to play with balls, and this one looked sturdy. The big bell securely inside provides noise, and as a secondary feature, repels unwanted spiritual intruders. The texture is … Continue reading
I woke up last night and knew the deed had been done from the earlier butter episode by the “Someone’s Pooped Somewhere” fragrance. Yes, a liquid pile was on the living room floor. The culprit had not been Pippin, however, … Continue reading
Someone ate 3/4 cube of butter tonight. I found the plastic baggie that it was in, but couldn’t figure out what was in that baggie. Later I went to find the butter to make some popcorn. I found it nowhere, … Continue reading
Do you know any of Pippin’s nicknames? The Pippinator. Pippin Shitz. Those are two. Last night she was The Pippinator. I had pulled out of the crockpot, the 2 pounds or so of piping hot ground turkey, and placed it on top … Continue reading