I Hear Voices
Not all the time, but fairly persistently throughout my youth and adulthood, I wished for the ability to connect with
Not all the time, but fairly persistently throughout my youth and adulthood, I wished for the ability to connect with
I know what is hard about this. I know what is hard about losing an animal. Ask me about Andante.
My timid little blog has been sitting idle. One month has stretched to two and now three have passed without
I actually used that phase on someone this week. “Glad to hear you’re back in the saddle”, texted in response
There are a great many dogs in this house. It would be easy to conclude there are too many
There is only one Muppet, extraordinary little creature that she is; she is truly in a class by herself. Well,
I have a word of caution for you all: If you are at your vet office and someone sits next
Sometimes, change happens with such a slothful lack of urgency that it twists me in knots of pent-up energy for
Those of you who have been following along here since nearly the beginning, know Molly’s story. How, abandoned to the
So, um yes, if you read my last post you know that I was in need of some lifting up
It is the last day of January and the first post I have made in this year. I am climbing
I met Carol under circumstances made pretty sad and awkward by the fact that I was taking her dog away
I recently put in an application to volunteer for an area doggy non-profit and was turned down summarily. Why? Because
I love him. Bruno, that is. I love him from the same place where the love for all creatures in
Bruno I have been up to my eyeballs in special care for Bruno this last week. He had his big
It is Thursday, four days after our most unwelcome guest, Irma, dropped in, trashed the place, and swept out, leaving
I dropped Bruno at the vet this morning. It’s been two months that he’s been with us; two months since
I will not lie to you: It’s been hot here– hot and humid and relentlessly so until just yesterday when
I am cooling my jets in the Charlotte airport, my layover on a return trip to Minnesota. This is a
I am writing this long-hand at first because the afternoon thunderstorm caught me short; blowing in while I rushed home