What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

The Truth About Cats and Dogs… and Me February 4, 2015

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 4:14 pm
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I have spent the last five weeks dog sitting. And I have learned one very important thing: I am a cat person.

It’s not that I hate those dogs, though one of them can be… difficult.  It’s the time commitment. Cats can take care of themselves. If you leave the house for twelve hours, you come home and they’re like,”Lowly human. You have returned to my kingdom. I thought you had perished. I accept your presence in my domain.”

With dogs, you’re gone for like four hours, you come home and they’re all like, “I thought you were DEAD!!!!! I almost DIED!!!!!  And I must PEEEE! Maybe on YOU!!!!!!!”

That is way too much pressure.

And it’s not just the having to pick up the poop. (more…)


From the Desk of the Dog Sitter (And By Desk, I Mean Lanai. Who Am I to Refuse a Lanai?) January 5, 2015

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 8:30 pm
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Dearest Friends and Readers,

Normally on a Monday, I would tell a tale of the harrowing or hysterical to try and relieve some of the doldrums that seem to so nastily coincide with monotonous work and lack of coffee. However, on this bright and lovely day as I sit on the lanai, watching the golf carts go by, I find it an insurmountable task to think of anything that would amuse you.

My current position as dog wrangler and house sitter has left me in a lovely environment. Aside from the daily adventures of playing B-A-L-L and trying to figure out why the dog is barking at the wall, this has been a tranquil time. Even the lions are resigned to their positions as water filters.

Excitement may ensue this evening when we conquer the great challenge of the heartworm medicine.

In the meantime, I will work on my new literary pursuit. A most secret new novel that I’m sure will provide trials and tribulations to delight all those who enjoy schädenfreude.

I would also like you all to meet my new editor. He is strongly opposed to head hopping but does enjoy a good run on sentence.

And this is my literary agent. He is encouraging me to develop a new series.


Wishing you all the best in your writing pursuits,

Yours Sincerely,

Megan O’Russell


The Fish Beffudlement November 8, 2014

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 10:42 am
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When I was little, I wanted a fish. I wanted to name it and watch it swim and love it forever. So I asked my dad for a fish. He bought me a tank with a really cool bubbler, and I spent hours watching the bubbles rise. Bubbles are fascinating when you’re little. Or, if you’re me, when you’re an adult, too, but we won’t talk about that. (more…)


Lemur Lessons June 7, 2014

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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There’s this pet store near a theatre that I have worked for on many occasions. I love this pet store. They let you pet puppies, and there’s a monkey. I know you’re probably saying, “Megan, don’t you care about animal rights? Aren’t you enraged by puppy farms and animals living in cages?” and in theory, yes I am. I am horribly angry about the whole system. But in reality, there is an ice cream shop next to the puppy store, so you can go cuddle puppies and eat ice cream between shows. I am not strong enough to resist that amount of joy. (more…)


Tigger Tails April 24, 2013

Filed under: Animal Antics,I Meant Well — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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I come from a very small town and live in a very distinctive house. It’s the biggest one in our village, and it also has a sign out front declaring it an inn. This means that people I don’t even know know exactly where I live. This had its advantages: I never got off at the wrong place on the school bus. And disadvantages: when we were learning how roads worked in second grade my house was a point of reference. I still couldn’t figure out how to head north on the highway. (I kinda almost get it now.)

Well, one day a few years after my elementary school days had ended, my family got a horrible phone call. (more…)