Archive for the Donovans Category


Happy Birthday John of Argghh!

This time last year I was bustling around the kitchen of a Kansas farmhouse (aka The Castle) with my good friend Beth getting things ready for her hubby’s birthday feast. Well, I’m a zillion miles away in both mind and body now, back in Torontostan, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten the “brilliant and charming” [...]

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Wisconsin: More Than Just Cheese

Boss and I took a two-day road trip through the heartland to pick up a puppy in Wisconsin. Though the trip was way too long as far as I’m concerned, it was really a beautiful drive. Well, except for the blowout on the way there, and this on the way back. And yes, we bought [...]

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Doing donuts in the parking lot; or, I have a lot to learn about farming

I’m quite sure that if we had any neighbors out here at the farm, they would have heard the screaming. If there’s one thing I’m real good at, it’s screaming. My lungs – despite recurring pneumonia that began when I was a toddler living in the damp and dirty tenement slums of Montreal – are [...]

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I Love the Donovans

They’re such good people. Two days ago when I was out for a jog, a puppy followed me the whole way. She’s about 6 months old, a mutt, and cute as hell. Anyway, we put up posters yesterday at the local store to see if anyone claims her. Still not knowing if she has a [...]

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Bug is no hero

Despite his badass winter sweater, my beloved Chihuahua is no hero. The killing of the coyote yesterday was something he just wasn’t suited to. I’ll let John tell the hilarious tale of Argghhh’s own Killing Fields. We’re about to see who is made of what, this evening. Suddenly Gunner pops upright, peering intently at the [...]

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In defense of Michael Vick