Pettigrew is a glass half full kind of dog. Finding a treat is always a good thing, even it if isn't the one he expected to find.
A mirror leaning against the wall is just the right height for Pettigrew to check out his reflection. I never knew dogs were vain! I like to imagine him mugging and posing when no one is home.
If someone holds a plate full of food under your nose, wouldn't you expect it had been prepared for you? That's what Pettigrew thought too. But something went wrong.
Pettigrew is not happy about being treated prophylactically for fleas. I mean, he doesn't even have them and they're putting him through hell. He was somewhat reconciled to his fate when they came through with a good treat at the end.
Accidentally locked outside for a half hour on a rainy night, Pettigrew expressed his displeasure by chewing up a baseball glove. Does his chosen punishment fit our crime?
Given that Pettigrew is a reactive dog, I never thought I would be catching calmness from him. Once again, he proved me wrong.
Having a dog in the family is not in my garden's best interests.
Must I forfeit the role of dog whisperer? A chance remark made me question whether I deserved it.
How many languages does your dog know? Pettigrew, like people who can't speak, connects with others through music. The more I thought about it, music is only one of the many languages he's mastered. A true multi-linguist!
Who would've thought my dog would undermine my efforts to get in shape.