Technically speaking, there are four brown eyed girls housed here in the TharpSter compound. Wifey and Juniorette make up the human part, and our two dogs have the other sets covered. Just for the...
If I’ve scheduled the publishing of this blog correctly, today is March 25th. Today, ladies and gentlemen, is the two year anniversary of the best traffic day this site has ever experienced....
If you noticed it in the title, I have more than one. I’d like to think of the number of scars is two and a half. This is what it’s come to people. Set...
The concept of speed dating involves a group of willing (and otherwise coerced, bribed, and blackmailed) participants of varying gender (I would guess sometimes not), several tables, and just enough chairs to make a...
Well, today is the day. As I reported to you last week, the TharpSter Pit Bull has been holed up in veterinary hell in order to extricate a whole load of pillow stuffing...
Well it would seem that continuing entries into the expanding archives of the Pit Bull Diaries have slowed down a bit. For those of you not in the know, a mid to large size...
I don’t remember what the exact date was. What I do remember was that it was either at the very end of 1997 or the very beginning of 1998. Fourteen years. It’s probably all...
For Christmas, all of the men folk received handguns which shoot Nerf darts. When I opened mine up, Junior brandished his out of a defensive sense of paranoia that I would make him my...