How many of you have ever been to Hell? I see one or two of you eyeing me with a fair amount...
“Mitch,” Adam whispered conspiratorially over the phone. “I have a serious problem… you know, down there!” I was only momentarily...
I was busy at work in The Doghouse, but I wasn’t ‘in’ the doghouse, if you know what I mean. Lately, I...
We had a neighbor on Wassom Street who lived across from us in an upscale, rambling ranch house with his pretty young...
I had just settled in with a good book: comfy over-stuffed wingback chair, with a soft-bulb reading lamp, a single serving of...
I had just settled in to eat lunch: drained Albacore Tuna on white, with mustard, thick slab of sharp cheddar; a healthy...
“Boy!” Johnny Rauschert snorted to himself. “Somebody on the ground sure isn’t paying attention today!” He...
In the big book of the DHMF, (Doghouse Manifesto) Chapter 16, entitled: ACCEPTABLE BEVERAGES FOR THE MAN IN YOUR LIFE- there listed...
I had found my way into the garage, otherwise known as The Doghouse ‘Cell Block- East;’ trustees are generally allowed to move...
I had figured on spending the day in the Doghouse performing some perfunctory maintenance on whatever I could find that needed fixing,...