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
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!
Just like Mr. Rogers, Pettigrew takes his responsibilities to his neighborhood seriously.
Friday morning: such a ruckus! A girl wants her beauty sleep, but, before the sun was even up, my family was banging around, sending the aroma of coffee wafting through the air, and piling luggage in the hall. I dutifully got up to see them off and then returned to the snuggly warmth of my … Continue reading In Her Own Voice: Stella Is this Week’s Guest Blogger
The Languages of Love according to Gary Chapman: gifts, quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service, and physical touch. The Languages of Love according to Pettigrew: tummy rubs, behind the ear scratches, above the tail scratches, people food samples (especially from the grill), and rawhide bones. My Languages of Love appear to be morphing … Continue reading The Fur’s Flying in My Language of Love
Pettigrew is not a fan of July--the frequent thunderstorms and Independence Day fireworks make for a stressful time. He's looking forward to the so-called Dog Days of August.
Ruth giddily left on vacation and neglected to write a blog. Luckily Pettigrew is on the ball and drafted this week's post. He takes seriously his responsibilities making sure all is running smoothly on the home front.
My efforts to unravel the mystery of communicating with my dog. I share this dictionary with you in hopes it will help you too. Or, if not, at least it will make you smile.
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.