The Wrong Stuff

Hangry (han-gree) adj. A state of emotional distress caused by extreme hunger; a lack of food resulting in a bad temper and tantrums (and extreme disappointment.) —KnotsOnWoordGifts Duff here. The other day, Mom and I were gearing up to go to Work. But Mom was a bit Absentminded. She forgot to turn on the Hot…

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A Pup That Shares

Duff here. Aunt Amelia never found a Snack She didn’t like. Anything from Dog treats to Carrots. Green beans (yuck…) to beef sticks. She thoroughly enjoyed Leftovers, for They had an aroma and Flavor all to Their Own. She was particularly fond of Tidbits, especially Puperoni. Living unstuck. Imagine Her Owners’ dismay when returning after…

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Mood Music?

Your day is jam-packed. You started the morning with your usual routine. Then life began to speed up. Three interruptions popped in before you headed out the door. The dog needs to go outside to take care of business. You glance at the time and realize you’re late for your doctor’s appointment. Time to shift…

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A Pedigree

It’s not your blue blood, your pedigree, or your college degree. It’s what you do with your life that counts. —Millard Fillmore Duff here. Pedigrees can be Tricky. Mom and I were watching the Westminster Masters Agility Championship Competition the other day. Some of the competitors were King Cavalier Spaniels and Weimaraners. Irish setters and…

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First Class Canine

Duff here. Uncle Stewart was a First Class kind of Canine. He was the firstborn Of His Litter. The best and Brightest of all. That continued as He grew older. He was the fastest in Races. The quickest at Stealing something off the Kitchen Counter. According to Him, the Best looking. Living unstuck. When Stewart…

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Happy Mom’s Day

Mommy knows a lot, but Grandma knows everything. —coolnsmart.com Duff here. Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there! Let Me tell You . . . You’re Special Ladies. I’d like to thank you for Your Kindness and patience as You raised Your Kids. You loved Them for who They were, for each Child…

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The Primo Defender

Duff here. Uncle Horace was on My Gentle Birth Mom’s side of the family Tree. He was Precious and easy Going at times, often bounding about with Energy to Burn. Being an expert of Cuteness, He could Charm the Daylights out of People. He would beg with the Best of Them, and grew Plump in…

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