Pettigrew is an indiscriminate barker. I've long since stopped checking to see what set him off.
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.
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.
Counting my blessings: things are much easier now that Pettigrew is healthy again. Sometimes it takes a disruption to appreciate what you have.
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.
Walking Pettigrew is like dancing with a partner when you both want to lead.
A perfect storm is brewing to thwart my efforts to restore Pettigrew's stomach: Pettigrew's belief that he in entitled to people food paired with my husband's eagerness to see a cure when Pettigrew is merely having a good day.
Pettigrew did not think my having the flu was a good reason to disrupt our walking routine. It turns out he was right.
In my early 20s I developed the Princess Di Rule. It has been a helpful principle ever since for dealing with adversity.
A fellow blogger described taking a trip with his reactive dog Angst Hase on Siggles on Board. At the end he asked for comments about trips others have taken with their dogs. It made me think … and remember. While Pettigrew loves the car, we don’t take him many places. In the beginning, he was … Continue reading Oh A Traveling We Will Go