The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

I had been thinking of getting a new mattress for quite some time. Mine was 19 years old and it no longer provided the pleasant slumber experience it once did. In fact, it could be rather excruciating, if I’m honest. I’m a stomach and side sleeper, and I knew every spring in that bed by …

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The other night it was cold and rainy and I just wanted to get into my sweatpants and watch Hulu. So I did. I was settled in bed, when along came Quagmire, my faithful dachshund. He immediately crawled under the blankets and curled up beside me. Family night. I really can’t think of a better …

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It’s funny. You can float along in cyberspace, completely anonymous to all but friends and family, and then all of a sudden, BAM! The limelight blasts you right in the cornea. It’s happened to me a few times. It’s always unexpected and seemingly random. And it feels very strange. I had one of those days …

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Hi, I’m Quagmire! My mom would describe me as a little black Dachshund with a milk mustache and a serious screw loose. I’ve been known to lunge at a cop’s ankles, but hey, I have no front teeth, so I’m only trying to prove a point. I’ve also brought some strange grocery items into the …

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So, I’m trying to get out of my rental lease early, in order to move into my new (to me) house. That means I need to swallow really hard and allow potential renters to root around in my underwear drawer in my absence. My dog Quagmire is less than thrilled by this process. You’ve got …

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Way back in March (my, how time flies) I adopted a little black Dachshund and named him Quagmire. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with him ever since. To say that this dog has issues would be putting it mildly. First of all, I had no idea how stubborn Dachshunds are as a breed. But then …

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I just had a long talk with my newest dog, Quagmire. Don’t panic. I’m not Son of Sam. I’m willing to acknowledge that the conversation was rather one-sided. But just by being the dog that he is, he was able to tell me quite a bit. Before I adopted him, he was found dirty, terrified, …

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