My husband claims it is hard to buy me gifts. In our family lore is the time he showed up for a date bearing carryout Indian food and a Spanish-language birthday card inadvertently smeared with sauce. It wasn’t my birthday. I don’t speak Spanish. I will admit, I didn’t gush. Maybe I even looked perplexed. … Continue reading A Suspicious Soul Warms
Month: August 2018
Tragedy Averted: In the Double Digits Now
It was a close call. Saturday was the anniversary of Pettigrew’s adoption and a celebratory weekend was planned. His grandparents, aunts, and cousin started the festivities, gifting a stuffed sloth, all dangly arms and legs with a squeaker enticingly buried somewhere in its depths. But, Pettigrew was thwarted in his attempts to lick the plates … Continue reading Tragedy Averted: In the Double Digits Now
A Tale of False Clues and Missed Connections
Pettigrew lifted his head and surveyed his surroundings. There was a familiar bustle in the kitchen. The slam of the oven door. The sweet smell of roasting vegetables. He sauntered into the dining room and immediately noticed the drape of the white cloth as he pushed his way between the chairs to settle under the … Continue reading A Tale of False Clues and Missed Connections
In My Own Voice #10: My Gardening Prowess Pays Off
Pettigrew works hard to help the garden thrive, but he is chastised for digging up beds, rolling over plants, and clawing through bushes. If they only knew, he's thinning the plants and keeping the flowers from growing too tall and scraggly. Sheesh!
Ruth Polk 