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Video: Hot Dog

The Reverend John Henry is a pug. And pugs make a lot of noise. Especially when they're hot. And in Austin, this is around the time it starts getting hot. Safety reminder: all dogs should be kept cool and hydrated in hot weather - the squished-faced varieties especially. Exercise 'em carefully and for short periods … Continue reading Video: Hot Dog →

San Francisco Tales: Part II

Part 2: Your Ride With Raoul The story so far: I am flying to San Francisco. My first time in California. Even this early in the vacation, I was beginning to think we’d made a tactical error. As we were in San Francisco for such a short period of time, we thought that using Lyft … Continue reading San Francisco Tales: Part II →

Crab parking

As well as awesome sea lions, something else that San Francisco has that my crappy little seaside birthplace didn't is a much more inclusive parking policy. This way to park your crabs.

Video: Back Yard Exercise

I was worried, when we moved from an apartment to an actual house with a yard, that the doggies wouldn't get enough exercise. I needn't have been concerned. Dropping down from four walks a day to two has certainly not been great for my cardio-vascular workout, but the dogs have actually lost weight. And here … Continue reading Video: Back Yard Exercise →

San Francisco Tales: Part I

Day 1: Anxiety Multi-Pack My idea of San Francisco started with Karl Malden and Michael Douglas in Streets of San Francisco. No, earlier. Vertigo. And later, Zodiac. This, then, was the San Francisco I knew, the one I was flying towards. Murder, serial killers, obsession. Less dramatically, the reviews of the city from people who … Continue reading San Francisco Tales: Part I →

Axe You

When did underarm protection become so aggressive?

Video_Sea lions

We went to San Francisco recently, and the idea of spending time by the water wasn't that thrilling for me, as I grew up in a rubbishy little English seaside town. But if we'd had something like this, I might never have left.

On Gardening

My early memories of gardening are not positive ones. I remember as a smallish child, being given the job of weeding in the bed of lettuces my dad was growing in his little plastic greenhouse. It turns out I don’t know the difference between a weed and a baby lettuce, so I guessed/picked randomly. I … Continue reading On Gardening →

Nightmare

I call this one My Nightmare. It moves when you're not looking.