Banana pudding is creamy and sweet, just like this bullshit artist was. Continue reading
Once again it’s time for We Hate You Wednesday, and American dogs and cats all agree that fireworks is the thing they hate most this week. Continue reading
My life is like a rollercoaster. One minute it’s smooth sailing; the next minute I’m careening over the side of a cliff. Continue reading
No, I didn’t go out on New Years Eve. I sat home alone and went to bed around 10pm. No one wanted to spend the evening with me. So now this is my cover photo on Facebook: And why shouldn’t it be? It’s what my brain has been telling me all week. Yes, Jen, YOU … Continue reading
It’s Valentines Day- a day set aside for love. And we’re showing our love for God and country by hating each other’s guts. Muslims are hated because they may be terrorists. People from or of Central and South American descent are hated because they’re probably here in this country illegally and taking jobs from Americans. … Continue reading
At last we count down to saying good-bye to this no-good, very bad year. For me, 2017 cannot be gone too soon. I hope the new year brings some positive changes. Here are some I’d like to see in 2018: A total ban on fireworks. Yes, they are pretty. They also scare the daylights out of … Continue reading
May your Christmas be, and may you be content with it. Continue reading
So I checked my account and saw that today marks 6 years since I published my first blog post at Rumpydog. Yay me! Back then there were three dogs and 6 cats sharing blogging credits with me. Today there are 5 cats blogging. No dogs are still here. Recently Helen at Hell on Wheels/ Life … Continue reading
We had a wonderful Christmas. Thank you for helping to make it special with your cards, your gifts, and your warm wishes. Rumpy is happy he got a dinosaur chew toy and doggy cheese! The kitties got a new climbing tower and are impatiently awaiting me to put it together for them. Who knew Santa … Continue reading
Dear Santa, I have been a good dog. For the most part. There is still that issue with my scarfing down cat food every chance I get. And I do like the occasional rummage through the trash. Oh, and there is that time I left skid marks on Jen’s freshly-laundered bedding. Hardly worth mentioning, I … Continue reading
