ABOUT ME
This is Furmentations. The name made sense at the time.
Somewhere between my third Diet Sundrop and the moment Morgan decided the couch was his by divine right, it occurred to me that I should probably be writing this down.
I’m Kevin. Nicknamed Kep by my father. I’ve spent a lot of years being paid to have opinions about serious things. Turns out, the most serious thing in my life most days is whether Captain has decided to be a golden retriever or a throw pillow, and whether Morgan will acknowledge my existence before or after dinner.
It’s not political. It’s not urgent. Nobody’s democracy is at stake. It’s just the ongoing and humbling education of a man who thought he was getting dogs and instead got two tenured professors with better hair than him.

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Call to Order
There is a committee that meets in my house every morning. Attendance is mandatory. Captain arrives first,…
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What they cannot know
There were certain mornings when the household revealed itself less as a system than as a negotiated…
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The Wet Wrinkle
The Boyz are creatures of habit. Wake up. Walk. Business. Breakfast. Nap. Playtime. Repeat. It is a…
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The Guilt-Laden Bowl and the Gourmet Industrial Complex
I have a confession, and I offer it with the full weight of a man who has…
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Not today Friend
There is an established order at the dog park. Morgan runs it. Not by appointment or consensus….
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