Pettigrew has a thing for long grass. He enjoys munching on the bright green, tender shoots. In our backyard, he gravitates toward the edges, where the lawn mower doesn’t reach, and is content feasting on the blades left to grow luxuriantly there. This, of course, is perverse, because grass does not agree with his digestion. … Continue reading What is so special about long grass anyway?
What does it mean when your dog has more nicknames than your kids or husband? In our family, I am usually the giver of nicknames. They come from some hidden recess of my brain, like story voices used to materialize when I would read aloud to our kids every night. I didn’t consciously plan how … Continue reading A Much Loved Dog Has Many Names
Due to weather delays, we arrived home from our vacation late Friday night/early Saturday morning feeling punchy and discombobulated. Driving from the airport our thoughts turned to the dog waiting at home. Would Pettigrew openly ignore us? Roll his eyes back to watch as we stumbled through the door? Lazily uncurl his body and deign … Continue reading Message Sent…Message Received
While Ruth is on vacation, Pettigrew takes a stab at writing the blog.