MissAdventures in Pittsburgh

All of my favorite music has at least one of these four ingredients. 1. Lyrics that tell a story. ...

(I wrote this one for Animal Friends .) I adopted a dog this year. It’s not a big deal, I kn...

All week, every week, I notice my pet-hair covered floors and think, "I will run the vacuum th...

I'm - just temporarily- neglecting this blog to write this one: One Girl and One Beagle's Scheibler Treasure Hunt My object...

Porter, high above Frick Park My daily dog walks have rekindled my love affair with my neighbor...

Walks, of course. Other dogs. Even if they're on the opposite side of the street, he&#...

I'm pretty sure that my iPod has the uncanny ability to choose which song I need to hear. Not n...

My heart was wrapped in clover At last, I adopted the Beagle I always wanted. It's a trad...

Here, play this song while you read this entry. (Is that blog torture? Bad blog etiquette? Or is it ...

(I wrote this article for Animal Friends' blog , but I'll put it here, too!) ............ ...

If I ever live with someone again, it's going to be that person's job to put me to bed, b...

I love having a foster Beagle. Porter the paleontologist. I asked my mom if she liked Porte...

If someone comes along and devastates you--ruins you for what will feel like the rest of your life--...

It's official. Porter has moved in for one month as my Foster Dog. Porter, if you're new ...

Last night, for the first time, I was fully aware of being trapped inside a dream. I kept waking u...