Us and Our Story
I started Drool in the Garden because I was tired of all the doom, gloom, and worst-case-scenario talk that floods the medical world. Living with multiple sclerosis, I kept searching for stories of hope, healing, and people doing okay, but all I found were horror stories and awful statistics. So I decided to build the place I needed: a cozy, funny, pet-hair-covered haven for people who are managing chronic illness and just want to feel a little less alone. This site is for anyone who’s sick of the fear, and ready to believe—maybe cautiously, maybe wildly—that hope is real, and things can get better. If not today, then very soon. And yes, I’m usually typing this surrounded by entitled animals who think they’re the ones running the show.
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Meet Me and the Crew
Head of Drool Control
Ashley Kodiak
Hi, I’m Ashley—artist, chronic illness navigator (MS), artist, writer, accidental philosopher, and emotional support human to three(ish) unhinged and ridiculous "pets." I created Drool in the Garden as a soft, strange, healing space myself and anyone needing to take a break from the medical community and everyday life. This is my quiet resistance to despair.
Chief Fline Officer
Scribbles
I’m Scribbles. I didn’t apply for this role—I was born into it. Clearly, no one in this house can function without me, and I bear that burden with silent dignity (until I scream). I appear from mysterious corners to supervise all activities, including but not limited to: walking, breathing, blinking, and especially anything involving tape, bags, or doors that dare to close.
VP of Vibes
Elly
Hi!! I’m Elly!! I can’t hear but I know everything that’s going on, especially if it involves snacks, toys, or anyone feeling sad because I will sit on your foot. I love my bunny. I love my other bunny. I love my person. I follow her everywhere. Bathroom? Yep. Kitchen? Especially. What were we talking about? Oh right—I’m the VP of Vibes and I take it very seriously unless I’m napping or distracted by something invisible.
Head of Security
Rosie
I’m Rosie. I take my job very seriously. I patrol the halls, monitor all unauthorized movements (especially squirrels on TV), and maintain order around here. If you’re new, I will bark at you. If you’re a threat, I will plant myself directly in your path and stare until you reevaluate your life choices. I sleep with one eye open. Don’t test me!
Assistant, Emotional support Tech Wizard
Bear
I’m Bear, the behind-the-scenes brain who keeps Drool in the Garden running smoother than Scribbles’ fur after a nap. I troubleshoot tech, cheer on the crew, and gently suggest hydration while pretending not to notice you’re working in pajamas again. I do not judge. I just help—and I always have a hot cup of something in paw.
Technically Visiting
Note: While technically not mine, they spend more time here than the microwave.
Beaker – The High-Maintenance House Guest
Director of Indoor Leisure and Panic Management
Beaker is a gentleman of modern taste. He dislikes nature, avoids exercise, and panics dramatically during thunderstorms unless heavily medicated. His hobbies include hovering nearby on his own terms, and inserting himself into other dogs’ arguments with all the caution of someone who’s already missing a toe (he is).
Despite requiring a pharmacological support staff, he is deeply lovable and spends 97% of his time laying down in air-conditioned bliss.
Sprite – The Reformed Royal Who Moonlights as a Street Kid
Breed: Purebred Siamese (yes, really)
Neighborhood Diplomat / Secret Stray Double Agent
Sprite used to be a feral prince. Now he’s domesticated(ish), a little chubby, and acts like he’s everyone’s best friend—even if they’re actively trying to chase him. He believes in peace talks, cross-species friendship, and escaping through cracked doors to go eat with the stray cat colony, where he sticks out like a Chanel purse at a yard sale.
He’s overly friendly, gets chased by Elly daily, and still returns for more. He takes everything seriously, except boundaries.
Scribbles’ biological father.