
Lucy and Annabelle grew up nearby, but this was their first official visit to trendy West Village.
They had a #BIGWoof time.Continue Reading
ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Lucy and Annabelle grew up nearby, but this was their first official visit to trendy West Village.
They had a #BIGWoof time.Continue Reading
It was bound to happen. Lucy and Annabelle now have their own subscription to BarkBox. If you have dogs, I’m sure you’ve seen the ads pop up on your Facebook feed. Lucy and Annabelle heard about BarkBox from their dog friends (not really), so I ordered it for them (really). They’ve been extra good schnauzers this year, and Christmas came early.
Now we’re really living high.
Because we’re a high living society.
We’ve reached the point in time when nearly every little thing can be delivered to our doorsteps customized to our specific profiles— organic ingredients with step-by-step recipe cards, the latest beauty offerings, shoes and clothing I can try on in my own cluttered closet, razor blades, wine, gourmet bacon, and more.
Not that I’m complaining.Continue Reading
It had been over a year since Lucy and Annabelle visited Dallas, but they traveled back for Christmas. Oh, there’s nothing quite like a holiday road trip, and the girls know when they queue into their crates, an adventure awaits. An adventure greater than a schnauzer hair appointment a short trip to the veterinarian. Thankfully, our trip was uneventful, and Annabelle didn’t get carsick (which sometimes she does). They snoozed all the way through Oklahoma, I managed to drive the speed limit, and we didn’t stop until we crossed the Red River into Texas.