MissAdventures in Pittsburgh

And it was fun! Today my girls Krista, Jessica and I did the course at Go Ape in Pittsburgh's North Park. I don't see mysel...

Last night, I took my dad to see Steve Martin and his bluegrass band, the Steep Canyon Rangers. We had lots of fun. I think my sense ...

I love you, Chicken.  I didn't feel ready for the world on Tuesday morning. The cat and I uncurled at the sound of the alarm, but...

All of my favorite music has at least one of these four ingredients. 1. Lyrics that tell a story. I think the best songs have some point ...

(I wrote this one for Animal Friends .) I adopted a dog this year. It’s not a big deal, I know. Especially because I work at Animal ...

All week, every week, I notice my pet-hair covered floors and think, "I will run the vacuum this weekend." Or I decide, "I w...

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 neighborhood. I have a fierce love for Pittsbu...

Walks, of course. Other dogs. Even if they're on the opposite side of the street, he'll pounce and skip along like they...

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

My heart was wrapped in clover At last, I adopted the Beagle I always wanted. It's a trade-off. Things I'm giving up: a cl...

Here, play this song while you read this entry. (Is that blog torture? Bad blog etiquette? Or is it a neat idea? You don't have to play...

(I wrote this article for Animal Friends' blog , but I'll put it here, too!) ............ How to Introduce a New Dog to Your Cra...

If I ever live with someone again, it's going to be that person's job to put me to bed, because I am dumb about that. I am dead t...