It takes a special dog to keep his poise when forced to don the cone of shame. Even Pettigrew was challenged.
Pettigrew's untimely arrival in the kitchen fills me with dread. In his eager body lies a veiled threat: If you don't take me for a walk now, I can't be responsible for my actions
Pettigrew has a special relationship with water. In its proper place, water is welcome. Otherwise, he’d prefer to pass. On rainy days he dawdles in the house, reluctant to go on a walk. I end up pulling him out the door by his leash, feeling like I’m dragging him toward some awful fate. Once outside, … Continue reading There’s a Time and a Place for Everything
I never should've measured how much distance we cover in our 45-minute morning walk. I wish I didn't know.