She is the one

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There are many pieces of advice for writers that have been passed down over time. One that has always stuck with me is the notion of writing for just one person. The reasoning behind it is that it’s far less daunting a task to write with a single person in mind versus a potential audience of thousands – or millions! You’re supposed to imagine a person that you think would adore the book that you’re writing which, in my case, would be a reader who loves Dachshunds, self-deprecating humor, snarky sarcasm and an overall negative perspective on life. Oh, trust me – they’re out there! But, I also wanted a reader who would take their time, savoring every word, and not someone … [Read more...]

Out From Under

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Some mornings I don’t feel like getting out from under the covers. Wait! That’s a lie. Most mornings I don’t feel like getting out from under the covers. It’s all just become so draining. The news of the day is an inexhaustible loop of man’s inhumanity against his fellow man. Television is nothing but contests and confrontation. Prices continue to rise, our political system is a joke and my house is doing an Oscar-caliber impression of the Titanic. Yes, please, I’ll take the dark, cocoon-like folds of my comforter to the harsh realities of the world any day. Of course, that behavior is nothing new to Molly. As many of you already know, Dachshunds were bred to aid … [Read more...]

25mg of Molly

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I have a tendency to be a bit, shall we say, negative. To those of you that know me you should probably stop nodding your head so vigorously lest you slip a cervical disk, or something. Yes, I’m reliably moody and consistently cranky. I’ve even heard the word curmudgeon bandied about, as of late. I’m sure it won’t be long before I start yelling at those damn kids in my neighborhood to stay the hell off my lawn! My wife will gladly attest to the fact that, for the first couple years of our marriage she didn’t even know I had teeth. Silver linings are not in my color spectrum, my glass is perpetually half empty and, as much as I enjoy the entire Monty Python canon, I … [Read more...]

Breaking Bad Dog

I hope I don’t incur the wrath of any moms or dads out there but I’ve got to be honest: I blame my daughter. She was the one who sat there giggling hysterically, smack in the middle of a dozen writhing Dachshund puppies, pointed her little finger at the one that, at least to my eyes, seemed to be completely ignoring us, and said with great confidence in her selection “That one!” That was seven years ago. It’s been downhill ever since. Yes, I most definitely blame my daughter. To say that Baxter is a challenge is to say the Grand Canyon is a rather good-sized hole in the ground. “Challenging” is just a starting point. He is insistent, he is stubborn, he is high … [Read more...]