Almost Like You

Almost Like You Almost Like You will give you peace of mind while you’re on extended trips away from Fido and Fluffy. So, leave them in good
hands and enjoy yourself.

If you’re anything like us, you have an incredible connection with your dogs and cats. When you’re out of town, you want to make sure they’re with someone who will love them just as much as you do. That’s why we started Almost Like You, to give you peace of mind while you’re on extended trips away from Fido and Fluffy. Care and comfort matter to us as much as it matters to you and your pets. When

you’re away, we don’t want you to have the slightest worry – though we’re sure your treasured companions will stay in your thoughts. Our personalized care includes daily updates, and video chat options. You’ve never seen a dog smile so big as when their moms and dads give them an unexpected call!

Apparently Mother Nature finally looked down at HOWA, saw a house full of dogs vibrating with several days’ worth of pen...
09/06/2026

Apparently Mother Nature finally looked down at HOWA, saw a house full of dogs vibrating with several days’ worth of pent-up energy, and said, “Fine. Here’s some damn cloud cover before somebody eats the drywall.”

A storm rolled in with some wind and clouds and dropped the temperature enough to give us a glorious few hours outside. So we opened the gates and released the inmates to run, wrestle, chase balls, burn off some house-arrest energy, and generally act like they had just been sprung from maximum-security air conditioning.

Everybody enjoyed themselves, but foster Lazslo and Dayzee once again decided this was THEIR production. At this point, I feel like I’m watching an entire season of Step Brothers every time these two get together. There’s wrestling. There’s yelling. There’s inappropriate body contact. Somebody is getting tackled for absolutely no reason. Personal space has been declared unconstitutional. And every five minutes you can practically hear, “Did we just become best friends?!” followed immediately by another full-body WWE takedown.

Meanwhile, the rest of the dogs are trying to play fetch and enjoy their brief taste of freedom while these two orange-and-speckled lunatics are filming Step Brothers: The Backyard Years directly in the middle of everything.

We may not have gotten much peace out of this cooler weather, but we definitely burned off some energy. And right now, that counts as a damn miracle.

I think I may have committed the ultimate Saturday offense: I woke Nakita up from her nap. 😂And apparently this was not ...
09/06/2026

I think I may have committed the ultimate Saturday offense: I woke Nakita up from her nap. 😂

And apparently this was not just a nap. This was a scheduled, union-approved, do-not-disturb Saturday slumber, and I have violated the terms of her employment.

She opened those eyes, looked directly into my soul, and you can practically hear her thinking, “Lady… unless this house is on fire or you have snacks, I cannot imagine what could possibly be important enough for this.”

My deepest apologies, Nakita. Please return to your regularly scheduled weekend loafing. I’ll try to keep the household disturbances to a minimum. 😂🐈‍⬛

09/05/2026

Another morning, another episode of The Dayzee and Foster Laszlo Show—today’s episode: WrestleMania on the brand-new shade cot.

Apparently the cot is not for relaxing. It is a professional wrasslin’ arena where Dayzee performs the bitey-face body slam while Laszlo flops around like a boneless red noodle fighting for his life.

No thoughts. No rules. Just two best friends trying to destroy another damn cot before breakfast. 😂

This is the current level of exercise at HOWA today because it’s 100 degrees: p*e, drink, find shade, and try not to mel...
09/04/2026

This is the current level of exercise at HOWA today because it’s 100 degrees: p*e, drink, find shade, and try not to melt.

Apparently the new shade cot is a HUGE hit because everyone piled in like it was the last lifeboat leaving the Titanic. Dogs on it, under it, halfway in it, and waiting for somebody to scoot their ass over.

Unfortunately, we’ve also discovered these cots were designed for a reasonable number of dogs, not the HOWA Canine Clown Car. 😂

So now we’re hunting down METAL replacement braces because the little plastic ones have officially said, “I was not built for this sh*t.”

Exercise canceled. Maximum occupancy ignored. Shade cot absolutely thriving.

Benelli said, “Don’t worry, Dayzee, I got your back. Girls gotta stick together.”And by “got your back,” she meant quite...
09/04/2026

Benelli said, “Don’t worry, Dayzee, I got your back. Girls gotta stick together.”

And by “got your back,” she meant quite literally ON HER BACK. 😂

Lazslo came bouncing in with whatever nonsense he had planned, and Benelli immediately activated full-body bestie protection mode. No hesitation. No strategy. Just, “NOT MY GIRL,” followed by a flying Benelli body shield directly across Dayzee’s back.

Meanwhile Dayzee is underneath her like, “Thank you, sister, but I’m pretty sure you’re currently causing more problems than Lazslo.”

Girl code at HOWA: questionable ex*****on, excellent commitment. 😂

George and Izzy would officially like to apologize to their guests, Bentley and Jacob, for today’s absolutely terrible w...
09/04/2026

George and Izzy would officially like to apologize to their guests, Bentley and Jacob, for today’s absolutely terrible walking conditions. Apparently they ordered a nice little stroll with friends and instead received 98 degrees and a garbage truck.

George and Izzy were already less than thrilled about being outside in this heat, but then the garbage truck came rolling through smelling exactly how you would expect a garbage truck baking in 98-degree weather to smell, while making enough noise to announce its presence to the entire neighborhood. Their faces pretty much said, “We invited y’all over for a walk. We did not invite you over for this.”

Bentley and Jacob, however, weren’t complaining. Those two took one look at the situation, found themselves a shady patch of grass, laid down, and decided the walk portion of the walk was officially optional. 😂

So there we sat. Four dogs, multiple tangled leashes, tongues hanging out, George and Izzy embarrassed by the neighborhood sanitation department, and Bentley and Jacob turning somebody’s front yard into their personal cooling station.

At this point, I’m not even sure we went on a walk. We mostly just traveled from one patch of shade to another while questioning every decision that led us outside. 😂

The faces in these pictures tell the entire story. 😂Apparently today’s potty break has turned into a full-blown survival...
09/04/2026

The faces in these pictures tell the entire story. 😂

Apparently today’s potty break has turned into a full-blown survival situation.

It is HOT. Nobody wants to be outside. Nobody cares about sniffing. Nobody cares about finding the perfect blade of grass. They all want to go home immediately and have apparently decided they can hold everything until sometime in October.

I asked them to sit for ONE MINUTE while I picked up the p**p, and instead of spreading out in the shade like animals with basic survival instincts, they immediately formed a dog huddle.

Guys.

It is approximately seven thousand degrees outside.

WHY ARE WE TOUCHING EACH OTHER?!

And of all the dogs to huddle around, Jacob, Chino, and Ivy have chosen Bentley. The biggest. The fluffiest. The most heavily insulated member of the entire group. Bentley is basically a mobile space heater wrapped in carpet, and everybody is piled around him like we’re stranded in a snowstorm waiting for spring.

Bentley is smiling because Bentley is Bentley. He apparently sees no problem with becoming the centerpiece of a canine heat convention.

Jacob looks like an old man who has been dragged outside against his will and would like everyone to know he has an air-conditioned home and sees absolutely no reason he should be suffering like this.

Chino keeps looking around like, surely someone is coming to rescue us from this woman.

And then there’s Ivy in front, who has gone through every stage of emotional distress in approximately 30 seconds. One picture she’s smiling through the suffering, and the next she looks like she’s preparing to have me charged with attempted sun.

P**p collected. Potty break officially over. Bentley, Jacob, Chino, and Ivy headed straight back to the air conditioning before their completely backwards summer survival huddle turned into a four-dog casserole. 😂

We have worked way too damn hard trying to convince grass to grow in this yard. Seeded it, watered it, babied it, stared...
09/04/2026

We have worked way too damn hard trying to convince grass to grow in this yard. Seeded it, watered it, babied it, stared at it encouragingly like maybe positive reinforcement works on Bermuda grass too. Then Mother Nature decided rain was apparently a subscription service we forgot to renew, so we ended up with two stubborn dirt patches.

Two. Dirt. Patches.

There is an entire yard full of perfectly acceptable grass. Acres of opportunities for zoomies, wrestling, chase, and general dog nonsense.

So naturally, Albus and Potter will run full sp*ed through all that beautiful grass, arrive at one of the dirt patches, and immediately go, “YES. THIS IS THE PLACE. COMMENCE THE ASSHOLERY.”

And I will never understand why the ONLY mostly white dog in this house has such a deep spiritual calling to dirt. Albus could wrestle in grass and remain somewhat presentable, but apparently that would violate some ancient white-dog law requiring him to look like he was dragged behind a tractor before coming back inside.

Potter, meanwhile, is furry enough to collect dirt in geological layers. I can only assume he’s building himself some sort of natural cooling system. Dirt, fur, more dirt, another little dusting of dirt, seal it all together with slobber and voilà… organic insulation.

The other dogs play in the grass like normal citizens.

These two see bare earth and immediately turn into a couple of free-range rototillers.

And somewhere underneath Potter’s dirt lasagna, I’m pretty sure there’s still a dog. 😂

We picked up Bentley this morning, which means he gets to spend the day hanging out with all his friends, and nobody was...
09/04/2026

We picked up Bentley this morning, which means he gets to spend the day hanging out with all his friends, and nobody was happier about this surprise than Brandy.

Brandy has been suffering from a serious shortage of qualified playmates lately because Jacob has been absolutely falling short on his friendship duties. That boy currently has exactly three settings: lazy, hunting, or eating. There is nothing in between. You want to play fetch? Sorry, Jacob has either clocked out for a nap, disappeared into the bushes looking for an invisible critter, or is standing in the kitchen hoping food falls from heaven.

But BENTLEY?! Bentley understands the assignment. Bentley loves fetch just as much as Brandy does, so the minute he walked through the door, Brandy basically said, “FINALLY. Management has hired somebody competent.”

Now the toys are flying, Brandy has her fetch buddy back, Bentley is thrilled to be surrounded by his friends, and Jacob can continue contributing absolutely nothing to the recreational department while somehow still showing up when snacks are distributed. 😂

Everybody has a role around here. Bentley and Brandy provide the entertainment. Jacob apparently handles catering.

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