I’m not one those dogs that feels a compulsion to herd people, constantly circling and nudging legs to keep my group together. But I do like to have a big-picture sense of where everyone is. My family is challenging me right now and I don’t appreciate it. For example, the youngest one disappeared. Poof. One … Continue reading In My Own Voice #39: I’ve Got My Eyes on You
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.
Forbidden Fruit Tempts Every Time
Why is it that when something is off limits it is so alluring? My younger son has left to start his freshman year at college. He is the only one in the family for whom Pettigrew reliably sits when asked. Their relationship is clear and Pettigrew acknowledges that he is not the alpha. But now, … Continue reading Forbidden Fruit Tempts Every Time
In My Own Voice #38: Et tu, Suzanne?
Stabbed in the back. You think you have friends. You think you have allies. You feel safe, confidant, relaxed, and then this…BETRAYAL, practically on your own doorstep. Pettigrew making his way towards the exit. The Woman and I go for many, many walks. We invite friends to join us. Keeps things fresh. It’s nice to … Continue reading In My Own Voice #38: Et tu, Suzanne?
If I Can’t See You, You Can’t See Me
My sister wore glasses from a young age. I had better than 20/20 vision. Like younger siblings everywhere, I envied the things my sister had. Her pink bath towel was infinitely superior to my blue one. But it was the superpower conferred by her glasses that I especially wanted. By removing them, she told me, … Continue reading If I Can’t See You, You Can’t See Me
A Fine Old Dog
…is like a fine old wine. Mellowing and becoming more complex with age. Our dogs are aging. Many of my friends have kids the same age as mine. We met through playgroups, at the park, at the schools our kids attended. We invited dogs to join our families at a similar point too. The kids … Continue reading A Fine Old Dog
In My Own Voice #37: The Two-Bed Solution
As much as I love my family, and trust me, I do, they can be Shockingly obtuse sometimes. Take the beds. This past year they bought me two, count them, two beds! Of course, I was fine in their beds, but they discouraged it. Go figure. The first bed went upstairs, where they sleep. Well … Continue reading In My Own Voice #37: The Two-Bed Solution
The Girl Next Door
There’s a courtship going on under my nose and I was none the wiser. Pettigrew, like most dogs, likes to poke his nose out the door and sample the weather. Depending on what he learns from that preliminary sniff he either saunters out on to the porch and settles down or, he turns tail and … Continue reading The Girl Next Door
When “Thank You” Isn’t Enough
Type “Xtreme” into a search engine and you pull up all sorts of things for which there are amped up versions: sports, pizza, auto detailing, etc. What I’m pondering is Xtreme thank yous: when the nature of the gift or the service rendered doesn’t seem to be appropriately or adequately acknowledged by a simple thank … Continue reading When “Thank You” Isn’t Enough
Mind Reader
There’s comfort in believing you are truly known and understood. Accepted for who you are. It’s the meeting of minds that happens when, you pause in the middle of a sentence and your listener finishes your thought perfectly, so in tune were they. Pettigrew believes we share a similar level of communication. Pettigrew models his … Continue reading Mind Reader
Rethinking Goldilocks: Was She Actually Easy to Please?
Goldilocks is the quintessential picky kid. Turning up her pert nose and shaking her bouncy golden curls at other people’s preferences. They weren’t good enough for her. Or so I’ve always thought. Maybe inflexibility was more her challenge. In her world, there were right and wrong options. After all, it only took three tries for … Continue reading Rethinking Goldilocks: Was She Actually Easy to Please?
Ruth Polk 