The Scariest House On The Block

Ruining Halloween for Pittsburgh children since 2009.

The Consequences of Ignoring a Beggar

It's Magical

Thanks, But No Thanks

Result of reading this happening close by and thinking about what would happen if we were to stake Brutus outside as bait.

Psh

Ah, Pennsylvania autumn, when even the foliage looks miserable.

Just Don't Tell Mom

Stairmaster

Repeat for half an hour.

David will be posting Monday's Fuzzbutts for me. Possible side effects may include heartburn, nausea, indigestion, sudden loss of the phallus, erratic toenail growth, hairy moles, pubic lice, and unstoppable oozing of the ear canal.

Such Is The Life Of A Tyrant

Whenever a can of tuna is opened in the house, Onyxia becomes conflicted. If she's given a taste, she won't eat it.

If I ignore her (adding the benefit of no tuna-stink in the air) she can get mean.

Just can't win.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time (Part 3)

Shortly after we got Brutus, we waited to see if he would find any escapable holes in the new fence. He tends to lead you right to where he plans to escape before he does it.

During a break in the snow in January (and surprisingly warm temperatures) I spent less than an hour cleaning dog shit out of the backyard. After waiting ten minutes and getting angry that I wasn't done yet, Brutus started looking for a way out of the yard, because outside of the fence HAS to be warmer than the backyard. It's simple logic.

He passed by the remaining gate of the old fence a couple times, giving it a look-over to see if it was loose. When he found it wasn't, he circled the perimeter and couldn't find a hole deep enough to slip through. So he came back to the gate, which was his only chance for salvation.

He's since given up hope that he'll ever be free.