Unconditional Love

It’s me. I know; it must be me. Perhaps my breath is bad? Or maybe it’s my pants? Yes, my pants are not soft enough. How else can I explain what happened the other day? Curling up on the sofa to watch a movie, I found myself alone; hubby and the kids were not interested … Continue reading Unconditional Love

I’m Melting

The Wizard of Oz’s Wicked Witch of the West isn’t the only one who melts. I do too. Half the human members in my home are able to roll with excessive heat and half of us melt. As a melter, I’m lucky that Pettigrew isn’t a fan of heat either. Together, we’ve been heading out … Continue reading I’m Melting

Can Dogs Count…and Other Amazing Things Pettigrew Can Do

Pettigrew knows the days of the week. At least he seems to have a handle on when Friday mornings roll around. How do I know? Every morning Pettigrew and I head out for a walk. Then he breaks his fast. Core needs met, he settles in for a day of snoozing and guarding the house … Continue reading Can Dogs Count…and Other Amazing Things Pettigrew Can Do

In My Own Voice #15: Ninja Dog

Mostly black, I blend into my surroundings. A master of hidden movement, I belly crawl through the hostas, barely causing a leaf to quiver. I can hold one position without moving for long periods of time. See Playing possum. Ingeniously protecting our home-front perimeter, I have created strategically placed people blinds: nests in the flowerbeds … Continue reading In My Own Voice #15: Ninja Dog

Pat the Bunny . . . and Pettigrew too

To touch is to give life.--Michelangelo “So you also pat bushes,” my friend said as we walked down the sidewalk. I paused, my hand betraying me as it hovered against the hedge edging the walkway. Although her words were inclusive, I felt like I had been caught; my unconscious action noted and commented upon. Because … Continue reading Pat the Bunny . . . and Pettigrew too

The Presence in the House

I spent the weekend with my nephew, an up-and-coming movie producer, whose latest piece deals with the effects of a sudden death; how that person’s presence can linger. (The End of Summer) But it’s not only ghosts that leave a mark. Pettigrew has a presence. When he’s not in the house, the air feels different. … Continue reading The Presence in the House

Surveillance

Living in a suburb of Washington, DC, means that highly placed government officials, the kind that warrant a personal secret service detail, occasionally live in our neighborhood. On our early morning walks, Pettigrew and I see parked outside of homes, the distinctive, dark SUVs, motors idling on cold mornings. On warm days, they sport bike … Continue reading Surveillance

Support Animals

A sloth. Yes, a sloth is Pettigrew’s support animal. Surprisingly it took me a long time to realize this. First there was the recognition that he was not shredding, but cuddling with his toy sloth. Then I noticed that when he is feeling strong emotion, he tracks down his sloth and tosses him around in … Continue reading Support Animals

Just Love

“Just love,” I call out, throwing my voice ahead of me, as Pettigrew hurries us towards the woman in the neon yellow jacket standing in the middle of the street with her arms stretched wide. Sandy, the school crossing guard, keeps a pocketful of treats for the dogs that pass her intersection. A flash of … Continue reading Just Love

Neighborhood Watch or Busybody?

As someone who loves language, words, and a good story, I have long been aware that there is often a positive and negative way to describe an event. Or maybe it dates back to when, as a little girl, my mother told me that what we know about someone else is only part of the … Continue reading Neighborhood Watch or Busybody?