When I say, "Grandmom and Pop Pop are here," Pettigrew charges the back door. If only I could claim credit for training him to do this! But Pettigrew knows that phrase means a guaranteed dog treat and the chance to lick Grandmom's tasty hands.
Walking Pettigrew is like dancing with a partner when you both want to lead.
A perfect storm is brewing to thwart my efforts to restore Pettigrew's stomach: Pettigrew's belief that he in entitled to people food paired with my husband's eagerness to see a cure when Pettigrew is merely having a good day.