New Year’s resolutions for No-no Lulu – from doggy sister
Hello, it's me, Kirby the dog. Every year the human female allows me to write her holiday column. Well, I'm telling you, I'm fed up with this. I mean, I sit and type - without opposable thumbs, mind you - and all I get is a piece of dried-out sweet potato for my effort.
Oh boy! There are so many blessings
As one of my favorite characters, Ralphie, would say, “Oh boy. It’s almost Christmas and I know I’ll get the BB gun I asked Santa Claus to bring me. Oh boy!”
A few Grinch gripes; let’s clearly understand what the Brown Act says
Well, I was going to write a Grinch column and complain about all the pins and fasteners in men’s dress shirts, the cyclists wearing invisible king’s crowns who ride three and four abreast in the roadway and sneer if you honk after waiting for a couple of minutes, or those who fumble at the grocery checkout counter pulling out one coin at a time to get the exact change while six people are in line ... but enough, I’m not really in the mood and that’s a good thing.
