The Xylo Diaries: Water Dog

The Xylo Diaries: Water Dog

The name of the place was Bow Wow Beach, or something nearly as corny,  and for December 4th it was pretty busy. All shape and size of dog owner with all shape and size of dog patrolled it, barking and correcting as they went. While the name was a little sappy, the...
The Xylo Diaries: Water Dog

Big Signs VS Team Chemistry

During this time of the year, all the speculation is on top tier talent. People call it building a better team, but I find putting it in those terms rather oxymoronic since one person does not a team make. Big names get signed and then the math nerds start cranking...
The Xylo Diaries: Water Dog

The Xylo Diaries. Wake Up Call

My wife rolls over and whacks me on the arm. She doesn’t have to hit me, I’m already awake. I have been for the last couple hours now; just lying there while the sleep depravation headache sets in on my temples. “Go let him out,” she says. “You go let him out,” I...
The Garfookie Contest!

The Garfookie Contest!

Back by popular demand—and/or boredom—is the great, international Garfookie contest!!!! What is a Garfookie, you ask? Why, it’s a Christmas cookie (or similarly baked good) identical in shape and form to a real Garfoose. Caution: baking something as terrifying as a...

Xylo Diaries. Doggie Grandparents

  “He’s got a head like a damn anteater,” says my dad, pressing a thick hand down on Xylo’s long, narrow, snout— currently needling him in the crotch. “Are they supposed to have heads like this?” Asks my concerned mother, who has not stopped inspecting Xylo since...