World According to Duff

Duff here. As you know, I have been banished to the Edge of the Kitchen when Mom prepares a meal. And I patiently wait where the Carpet ends and the Linoleum begins, knowing the outcome will be something Tasty. Mom is not the World’s greatest Cook. But I’m not picky. Whatever is in My Bowl?…

Duff here. Over ten years ago, Mom broke Her wrist. (Clumsy, but loveable, I say.) I figured Something was up, for Someone Else brought Me home after Her accident. I waited patiently for Her to Arrive, and knew when I saw Her: She had a Major problem. She was temporarily unable to pet Me the…

Duff here. Since I am a Very Small Dog, Some think it would be easy to find Things to be Afraid of. But I am selective in What I Fear. One is the vacuum Cleaner. I give it Space, for It is Noisy and Moves Unpredictably. But I had relatives who would Run behind this…

Duff here. I was carefully watching Mom as She selected Gifts for Christmas giving. Since We’re in a Stay-At-Home time, these Small Items will be mailed. Lightweight, because postage can detract from Kibble and Bits in the Doggy Bowl, You know. But They need to be Clever and Creative at the same time. Sheesh! You…

Duff here. I was looking over the Courtney photo album, and came across a picture of Aunt Genevieve. Have You ever known Someone who couldn’t just let things be? Had to shake Life up just to keep Things Interesting? Well, that was Her. She would get into Mischief whenever She could. Chewing up Slippers. Playing…