The Wormlips Scrapbook

September 13–18 By the time I met Figaro, his wife had left him. Unfortunately for Stella — not the subtlest of romancers — it was a case of unrequited love. I can’t imagine what my neighbors thought. For the better part of a week my backyard was a symphony of “Stellaaaaaas” and “Figaro, Figaro, Figaroooooohs.” [...]

July 21, 2006 Around 5 o’clock this afternoon I was yacking with my visiting friend Beth when I had the sudden urge to go to the pet adoption store. She indulged me. Needless to say, I left with an overnight foster dog. Jack is a huge, blonde, shepherdy-faced dog. I asked Beth, who knows a [...]

May 30–31, 2006 I’m like that guy who picks up some floozie at the bar while his wife is in labor. As Stella was being spayed at the vet, I went to Milo to see if any hounds needed a single night of love. I was so lonely. All I wanted was a little companionship. [...]