Oh no.

I’m basically wearing that brown sweater outfit today. To work at home alone in my house in the woods, trudging out occasionally to play with dog in the snow.

You regularly and deeply alarm me, if that helps.

I know there are more insidious uses of AI, but one of the most depressing to me is when it pops up in local TV ads. These things are supposed to be folk art; put your uncle in a bad wig like god intended.

lol the “jealousy hypothesis.”

A beauty.

Rules me with an iron paw.

❤️

I’m so sorry.

oh no

Mine are staying up.

Scruffy gray dog with a bouffant hairstyle naps on an ottoman upholstered in Moroccan stripes by a window.

Since partnering with this beast I am no longer allowed to work in my Winter Office (bed). She herds me into approved daytime areas. Then naps in full view to mock me.

I want to believe that is at least a factor here, but she spent an hour and a half snorfling for chipmunks in the woodpile and came inside with a pink nose. Fingers crossed.

My raccoon!

Everything is covered in dropcloths because we’ve had a bunch of her dog friends over.

Scruffy raccoon looking dog with newly pink nose lies on canvas drop cloth-covered sofa in front of christmas tree.

My dog scraped off all her black nose pigment hunting chipmunks in the woodpile and the stone wall. Anyone have tips for encouraging it to grow back?

Do not watch the new special unless you want to melt down yelling at the tv.

Yes, can’t drink tea in an empty stomach but strong coffee weirdly fine.

My dog’s best friend’s human dad has been hospitalized for weeks so he’s hanging out with us even more than usual and I’m making sure to give him extra…love.

You know I had to look that up but that’s a very nice haircut for them.

It took me two years to understand that when my previous dog hid a new bone he wanted me to look for it while
he followed gleefully. I thought he was saving them for later. But he wanted me to play. I am so sorry.

Same in my house.

Keep it forever. The next level of tech “advances” are torture

Heed my warning: do NOT buy a new one. I loathe mine.

I would actually love to have a wood-paneled station wagon.

This comment on an NYT soup recipe is a banger

A Christmas tree appears as a loose triangular cloud of white LEDs reflected in the dilated pupil of Nelson the black and brown super mutt's brown eye.

Anyway here's a picture of our Christmas tree.

We see scruffy, gray, criminal dog, lying shameless on a rug with red poppies, through the big hole she chewed through dark green, delicate lace bra.

She finally got to my favorite and most expensive bra. She is now accepting congratulations.