Category Archives: Fiona

Dog Napping or Dognapping?


  Either way, I’m not paying the ransom. I was speaking with Lisa yesterday. She told me that dognapping is on the rise. Her son’s two French Bulldogs were stolen from his yard a month ago and the culprits sent a ransom note demanding $1,500. It was neatly typed, enclosing a SSAE and an affidavit renouncing any claim to further action. […]

Is that a metaphor?

I’m walking Fiona yesterday morning and she’s being all choosy about where she poops,* and for some reason that always drives me crazy.  Usually, her bathroom bouts are easy – she does try to please me, and I’m sure she fears my unreasonable, scary response when she doesn’t perform to my liking (think about Cruella’s reaction when the […]