In praise of the dogged American worker
Some of you might remember Darcy — the too cute to strangle Boston terrier for whom I’ve served as babysitter while her mom and dad were away. Twice, I took Darcy into my home for multi-day stays,...
View ArticleThe road to financial insecurity
I found 1975 again — right where I left it. For this story, you need to go back to the year you entered the real world, the working world, the man-up (or woman-up), you’re-on-your-own-now world. For...
View ArticleThe poodle who pays for my Obama Care
Oftentimes, when to pursue your own dreams and interests you stop working for “THE Man” — as I did six years ago — you end up, unfortunately, without “THE Salary” and without “THE Benefits.” That — the...
View ArticleIt’s getting harder to fetch this stick
(Today’s post has nothing to do with dogs. This happens on rare occasion when I become so steamed about some non-dog issue that I must vent — today in the form of a fable.) You are hiking down a remote...
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