I dont know if I have ever seen anything cuter. Not only that but its a great photo.Anyway, these are our friends, neighbors and drinking buddies......Ginger and Goliath. Although Otis and Buka didnt get too far past the sniffing stage due to the extreme size difference...and Bukas love of pinning small dogs to the ground while they squeel and cry. Enjoy! Read Full Story

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Before there was Otis, Buka was a bad influence on Dog Mattingly. He was (is) a great dog mainly on account of his responsiveness to commands and broken curly tail. He didn’t need a leash when being walked in the city, and would do whatever you asked of him on the first try (although this dog was a puker. The back seat of the impala holds proof of this). A few summers ago Jay and I took Buka and Matty to Branch Brook Park to see the cherry blossoms and let the dogs run around and smell things... Read Full Story

It’s been too long.My sincerest apologies. Otis and Buka are doing well. They are enjoying there new vacation home in Lyme Connecticut. They prance though the expansive backyard helping themselves to the all you can eat buffet of deer poop as they try to impress Jay and I with a collection of disease carrying ticks. Somehow, their tick loving willpower has rendered frontline useless. These “off the leash” privileges were discussed on the first trip my immediate ( and good-looking) f... Read Full Story

In order to maintain the life Otis and Buka have become accustomed to, I have switched jobs and find myself much much busier during the day. My apologies. In addition to this new job, I have picked up a new hobby. Otis and Buka were becoming fat (much like their chubby mother and father) so I have been taking the dogs running. We have been doing 2-3 mile runs about 3 times a week. Otis, being a seasoned city dog, seems fine with trekking along side at whatever pace I decide to set. He stops t... Read Full Story

The very first date I went on with Jay, we parted ways on the corner of 6th and Jersey Ave. He had a crush on me. In fact, he had tried to kiss me. My ninja like reflexes and untouchability proved too much for my handsom suitor, and he was left standing on the corner. I walked away confident and thrilled. I felt like I had the upper hand. As I turned to make some coy remark, I lost focus of where I was stepping. I landed in a 6 inch pile of dog poop. I immediately texted Jay to inform him tha... Read Full Story

What’s a Buka? With her ape like eyes and hypocritical love of water, she is less a dog and more a mystery creature. She eats paint and does’t die! She can’t contain herself from jumping in circles when she is standing on sand.  She grunts like a pig, as if misinformed about the sounds dogs are supposed to make. But these are only mildly strange idiosyncrasies on the general scale of why Buka is so incredibly bizarre. Found by Jay and Meag in the bowels of Long Island, she sat, alone and disi... Read Full Story

  In a more perfect world, I would live someplace with a massive yard, unlimited funds and I would have an athletic build.Unfortunately, this world is not perfect, I am chubby, and my backyard is inadequate for housing another dog.This leaves me in a dilly of a pickle, in that I have fallen in love with Butler. He is smart, funny and already house broken! What else can you want from a dog? Well in case you did require other things, Butler is up to date on his shots and he has already bee... Read Full Story

  In a more perfect world, I would live someplace with a massive yard, unlimited funds and I would have an athletic build.Unfortunately, this world is not perfect, I am chubby, and my backyard is inadequate for housing another dog.This leaves me in a dilly of a pickle, in that I have fallen in love with Butler. He is smart, funny and already house broken! What else can you want from a dog? Well in case you did require other things, Butler is up to date on his shots and he has already bee... Read Full Story

We piled into the caravan and onto the road, reaching the Catskill's at the ripe hour of 9 pm. The hounds were released, the cars unpacked, and the refrigerator stocked to capacity, with its surplus being stored on the porch outside. It was Labor day, and we were right where we belonged: the Cabin House.  The Cabin House Labor Day tradition began last year, when Jay and I were barely dating. Otis was still a new addition to the family. It was a weekend of firsts: I went fly fi... Read Full Story