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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Winston’S Application
The local animal shelter has a rather optimistic adoption strategy. They don’t walk you past cages or…
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The Femur Incident
My wife came home with rawhide chewies shaped and sized like human femurs, and I want it…
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Dance Night at the Vet
Fifteen months, seventy-five pounds each, and a memory of the last vet visit that apparently did not…
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Clairvoyance REquired
There is a commercial that runs sometime around six most evenings, always during the news, always the…
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The Great Known
I left the back gate open today. Not wide open, not a grand gesture of carelessness, just…
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