Who would've thought my dog would undermine my efforts to get in shape.
Author: authorpolk
I live in the suburbs of Washington, DC with my dog, husband, and two sons. I teach environmental education and am a librarian. I also write children's books and hope to be published one day. In the meantime, I blog about the crazy things my dog Pettigrew does.
In My Own Voice #5: Butterfingers
Every night my husband tosses Pettigrew his rawhide nightcap. They have widely different opinions about what happens next.
It’s My Turn #4: In Which Pettigrew Takes Umbrage at his Recent Treatment & Clarifies the Need for Barking
Pettigrew (our dog) believes he has been subjected to grossly unfair treatment. He has taken steps to address the problems, including a post to refute the erroneous information that previously appeared regarding barking.
Pettigrew Will Never Pass as a Service/Guide Dog
Only service/guide dogs were allowed at the March for Our Lives. Despite Pettigrew's clear interest in participating, we realized he'd never pass.
Just Because My Dog is Barking Doesn’t Mean I Know You Are At the Door
Pettigrew is an indiscriminate barker. I've long since stopped checking to see what set him off.
Remembering the One Who Got Away
As Garth Brooks's memorably sang, "Sometimes I thank God, for unanswered prayers." We went to the shelter to adopt Shadow, but Pettigrew is the dog who came home with us. We got lucky.
March Blew In Like a Lion
The wind that blew through Friday could have carried Dorothy and Toto to the Land of Oz. Pettigrew and I were out too, but we didn't see any falling houses or even the Wicked Witch of the West on her bicycle. We were looking.
The Parable of the Too Small House
Counting my blessings: things are much easier now that Pettigrew is healthy again. Sometimes it takes a disruption to appreciate what you have.
The Command I Never Tried to Teach Is the One Pettigrew Knows the Best
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.
Shall We Dance
Walking Pettigrew is like dancing with a partner when you both want to lead.
Ruth Polk 