Help, I’m being held captive inside
a rapidly deteriorating meat puppet!




For the sake of my mental health, I avoid watching TV news. I am also avoiding newspapers and news websites. I am, for better or worse, sticking my head in the sand. I have no choice, I’m too positive. Plus I am dog and all I care about is my biped. And maybe a squirrel or two.


You know it’s cold when your own fur coat isn’t enough to keep you warm. I am grateful though, that Winter is a season and not an occupation for us southerners.


Dear Alf,

I’m your number one fan. I like you because you are an alien and that you’re funny. Unlike my brother here who’s an alien and a jerk. Anyway, I hope you are enjoying your time here on our planet and are still eating cats because I have three here for the pickins.



For myself, I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Me, on the other hand, can not be wild and free unless the biped forgets I’m sitting here in the front garden. Oh, look, another biped!



The bipeds studio, where the magic happens. Faux floor, faux wall, and faux baseboard. But two things here are very real, me and the hearts behind me that symbolize my love for you.



It’s moments when the biped gets new studio stuff that I get to model for her. Do I like it? No. Will I like it if bacon was involved? Yes!



Ask yourself. Are you in jeopardy right now? Of course not. This means that whatever you’re afraid of, or being encouraged to be afraid of, is in your mind. It is not in your living room, or just outside your door. You’re thinking about it. Which is good news. That’s the one thing you have control over. At any moment, you can take a break from thinking scary thoughts, or, if you’re like me and have a mind run amuck, you can choose to ignore them. Even better news, once you’re free of self-imposed fear, you’re much less likely to seek out an old, white guy to protect you. (Well, maybe there is.)