Post 18: Dogs, Peppers, Podcasts & Pool Floats: Life Lately

Let’s just call this our “August brain dump” — because if we waited for a quiet moment to write this… you’d be waiting until 2026. 😅 So here’s the unfiltered, slightly sunburned, semi-sane update from your favorite queer throuple:

🐾 Rigsby’s Back on the Block

It’s official — Sir Rigs-a-lot is back in action and reclaiming his rightful throne as King of the Cul-de-Sac. Two months post-surgery and he’s out here hobbling down the sidewalk like it’s a damn red carpet. Head high. Tail doing its signature wag. That little determined trot? Pure ✨main character energy✨.

Let’s be real, it hasn’t been easy. There were moments when we weren’t sure if he’d ever walk fully on his own again. But this dog? He said absolutely not to early retirement. Not only is he walking 100% independently now — no sling, no harness — he’s also got opinions. If you try to help him too much, you get a look that says, “Excuse me, I’ve got this.”

We even got him a little sock to wear on his walks because the way he’s dragging one foot is wearing his nail down to the quick — literally bleeding for the cause. But don’t feel too bad for him… he loves the attention. He struts in that sock like he’s in a fashion week moment. If dogs could wink, he’d be doing it.

And guess what? His personality is BACK. That playful little spark that was missing for a while? Fully reactivated. He’s initiating games with Zoey again — tail wiggles, nuzzles, random barking matches — you’d never guess this was the same pup who needed to be carried outside just a few weeks ago.

We’re not totally out of the woods yet — he still has some coordination issues and gets tired fast. But the progress? Unbelievable. It’s been emotional, expensive, and exhausting… but totally worth it to see our boy be himself again.

And yes, we’ve memorized our vet’s voice. We’re basically on a first-name basis with everyone in the office. Honestly, we should probably start assembling a holiday gift basket now. Maybe a custom candle that smells like peanut butter treats and desperation.

🌶️ Cowboy Candy… but Make it ✨Experimental✨

The jalapeños are popping off — no joke, these plants are in full overachiever mode. They’ve gone from green to fire engine red practically overnight, and now we’re sitting here with more spicy produce than the county knows what to do with. Literally. We’re still waiting on that official food license, and at this point, the jalapeños are like, “Girl, we’re not waiting for anyone. Chop us up or we riot.”

So what do you do when you’re surrounded by ripe red jalapeños and a wall of paperwork? You get experimental. Our kitchen has become a full-blown lab — think gay “Breaking Bad” but with mason jars, vinegar, and a disturbing amount of gloves.

We finally attempted our first dill pickled jalapeños — a little side project to test the brine while our “main event” batch of cowboy candy sits in sweet, spicy suspense. And y’all… SUCCESS. After 14 long, tempting days of waiting, we cracked open the test jar last night and lost our damn minds. Crispy. Tangy. Spicy. Dill-forward with a whisper of chaos. She’s THAT girl.

As for the cowboy candy — our famous sweet-and-spicy jalapeño rings — those babies are still soaking up their syrupy spa treatment, and we’re resisting the urge to sneak tastes like toddlers with birthday cake. But they look perfect. The color. The texture. The glitter labels ready to slap on the jars. All we need now is the official green light to start selling them. Soon. 🤞

In the meantime, if a sparkly jar of “test kitchen cowboy candy” randomly shows up at your doorstep… act surprised. You didn’t get it from us. You heard it was delicious from a friend of a friend. No further questions.

And yes, C-Dawg’s Snack Shack is officially in the works — branding, labels, photography, and now a growing stack of legal documents that require approximately 3 different logins, a blood sample, and the patience of a saint. It’s exhausting, it’s exciting, and somehow it still smells like sugar and peppers in here. Stay tuned.

🎧 Podcast Incoming… It’s Giving

Mic’d Up Mayhem

We didn’t just talk about it — we did it. Mics? Ordered. Gear? Tested. Soundproofing? …Well, we threw some blankets on the walls and called it art.

The 3Dudes1Life Podcast is officially recording, and baby, it’s happening. We’ve got 3 episodes already in the vault, and every Friday in September, we’re locking ourselves in the studio (aka the gym) to knock out two more — wrapping up Season 1 like the semi-professional chaos goblins we are.

🚨 Launch date: Friday, Sept 19

📍Streaming on: Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube, and probably your toaster

🎙️Follow now so you don’t forget like you did your friend’s birthday

Expect real talk, unfiltered throuple energy, the occasional WTF moment, and maybe even a surprise guest or two (because yes, we know people — some of them even answer our calls). No politics, no preachy nonsense, just three dudes, one life, and a lot of stories you probably shouldn’t listen to at work.

🏝️ Pool Floats, Desert Vibes & Temporary Freedom

We finally did it. Will and Rigsby left the house for the first time since mid-June (cue the Hallelujah chorus). Between a much-needed desert day trip and some serious Labor Day pool float therapy, we actually caught a breath — sun, selfies, and all.

Labor Day wasn’t about the hustle, the to-do list, or the usual chaos. It was about getting the hell out of the house, splashing around, and remembering we’re still allowed to enjoy our own damn lives.

And honestly? That tiny break gave us some major mental clarity. The Fair season’s done, the brands are clicking, and the vision for what’s next is crystal clear. We’re sunburned, recharged, and ready to ride this next chapter — floaties and all.

🌱 Life’s a Garden… Even If It’s Confused

As we roll into this next week, we’re wishing everyone a little joy, a little sun, and maybe even a pool float moment of your own. Daniel’s off on another cruise with the fam (because someone has to be fabulous at sea), and back home, the garden’s pretty much down to just pumpkins and watermelons.

We even had someone stop by during our garage sale to say they run a farm stand — and that everyone’s struggling to grow this year. So hey, it’s not just us. Seems like climate change is officially shifting the planting playbook, and we’re gonna have to get scrappy and experimental again next season. You know we will.

Oh — and while we’re on the topic of shifting things…

Someone straight-up stole our rainbow flag from the yard. Yup. Ripped it right out of our garden like we wouldn’t notice. Between the kids yelling homophobic slurs all summer and now this? 2025 has been emotionally exhausting. Like, if you don’t like us — just keep peddling your little bike and stay out of our damn yard.

We put up a new flag — this time 20 feet in the air on a palm tree, because apparently that’s what it takes just to be left alone these days. 🌈🌴

But despite the nonsense, we’re still here, still proud, still planting, still snuggling the dogs, and still dreaming way too big. ✨

With love - DCW