The Sting of Shame

My cockapoo Scooby Doo is kind of an asshole. He's barky and anxious and prone to dragging his butt across the carpet (and licking his weiner obsessively but why pile on to the poor guy?) Trust me, I'm well aware of his shortcomings. In fact, we've had him to multiple dog trainers over the 9 years … Continue reading The Sting of Shame

The Pot In The Parking Lot

On December 23rd, after a particularly stressful few weeks, I left a stock pot containing a severed head and limbs in the parking lot of the Burlington Mall. It was haphazardly wrapped in an old grey sheet, and I glanced back only briefly as I drove away and wondered who would be the first person … Continue reading The Pot In The Parking Lot