World According to Duff

Duff here. I can Keep Secrets. Over the years, Many have told Me Their hopes and Dreams, Their Worries and Fears. Quite often, when We were in the Office and I was on the recliner with Them, a Client would whisper in My Ear. Perhaps snuggle into My soft Fur. Or even pet Me. Even…

Duff here. Since Our Stay-At-Home order has been in place, I have been surprised at People’s comments about “having the time to talk Now.” Comments of a 14-year-old girl saying She could actually Talk with Her Mom. No phones. No TV. Just talk. Or the husband and Wife who got out a Jigsaw Puzzle, and…

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…