World According to Duff

Duff here. Last week, I got My Hairs cut. Grooming is a Wonderful occasion for Me. I am shampooed with Some good Smelling stuff. Then I am Clipped. My Muzzle, so I can see the World. My paws, to stop tracking Mud into our Place. My Body, to reveal My Svelte Self. I feel so…

Duff here. The other day, Mom opened the Refrigerator. And Immediately, a Foul Odor came rolling out of Its Bowels. Mom made a Stench Face, and I immediately had to Come over and Investigate. I stood next to her as She Cleared out the Fridge, cleaning as She went. (The Cold Box probably needed it…

Duff here. On this day, I think Everyone needs a Touch of Shamrock. The luck of the Irish to you and yours! Happy St. Patrick’s Day! You’ve got to think lucky. If you fall into a mud hole, check your back pocket—you might have caught a fish. —Darrell Royal

Duff here. Every night, Mom sings me a lullaby. Our Routine? She begins to yawn and Stretch, and I know Bed Time is on its way. She will clean up the Kitchen. Then wander through Our place to Turn off the Lights. While She does this, I often get a Pat or a Rub, for…

Duff here. As a Very Small Canine, I consider any Leap before I commit Myself to that Feat. I make up My Mind. Then carefully gauge the Distance, seeing if I have what it Takes. (Some Days are better than Others, I think We’d all agree.) The Recliner at the Office is a Good Case…