I like routine. When we first get up in the mornings, Mom puts on her walking shoes, grabs three plastic bags, pokes her watch, loops on my leash, and off we go into the big wide world. It’s the same thing every morning. When we get back, Dad feeds me breakfast. Sometimes when Mom leaves…
I can smell it now – turkey, dressing, gravy – it’s coming. I know it is. My nose knows about the delicious Thanksgiving dinner Mom will soon be fixing. That’s when the family comes over to share the love of being together, laughing at goofy jokes, and feasting on yummy food. When it’s time to…
This is my graduation photo. I was just a little squirt back then and had passed my Obedience School Training with flying colors. My mom might tell you something different, though. It wasn’t my fault I wanted to meet all the other dogs in class. They made eye contact, so I had to give them…
I’m a pretty positive pup. I look at my water dish as being half full, even when Mom and Dad forget to fill it. There are always some slurps on the bottom I can lap up. Or I can always go to the super small room with the giant white water dish for a drink….
Lately I’ve noticed something different when I go outside to do my zoomies. It’s getting warmer here in the desert. I like it. The sun warms my bones when I lay on the grass. I’ve also noticed some of our neighbors packing their cars and leaving. Where are they going and why? Do you suppose…
When I was just a pup I remember playing with my two brothers in a place where there were lots of dogs waiting to be adopted. The three of us were pretty rambunctious and earned the names Curly, Moe, and Larry. I’m not sure what those names mean, but when our story is told, people…
