Wrapped Around A Furry Paw

Betrayed! In the Doghouse! After Pettigrew’s deplorable actions yesterday, these were the headers I was contemplating for my blog post. Yesterday, craving something sweet, jelly donuts preferably, I stopped in at a local bakery that caters to the large, Central American population in our neighborhood. I had been interested in it for years, but never … Continue reading Wrapped Around A Furry Paw

Ask Not What Pettigrew Can Do For You, But What You Can Do For Pettigrew

Ask not what Pettigrew can do for you, but what you can do for Pettigrew. I imagine this question is in Pettigrew’s mind whenever we ask/command/have an expectation of him. Needless-to-say, this is not what I expected when he joined our home. My father trained the dog with whom I grew up. She obeyed us … Continue reading Ask Not What Pettigrew Can Do For You, But What You Can Do For Pettigrew

Playing Possum: A Pettigrew Mystery

For the past several weeks I have been pondering one of Pettigrew’s distinctive behaviors. I have talked to colleagues and friends. I remain in the dark as to what is going on. Pettigrew likes to lie, one might say collapse, in very public places and remain there unmoving. Seemingly dead. Everyone in the family has … Continue reading Playing Possum: A Pettigrew Mystery

Welcome! to Our Home

Stores aren't the only place to have greeters, a person who stands at the entrance and says “hi!” in a chipper voice if you put a toe over the threshold. Our home has a greeter too: Pettigrew appointed himself to this role. He’s the first to respond when the doorbell chimes. Once the door is … Continue reading Welcome! to Our Home

A Suspicious Soul Warms

My husband claims it is hard to buy me gifts. In our family lore is the time he showed up for a date bearing carryout Indian food and a Spanish-language birthday card inadvertently smeared with sauce. It wasn’t my birthday. I don’t speak Spanish. I will admit, I didn’t gush. Maybe I even looked perplexed. … Continue reading A Suspicious Soul Warms

A Tale of False Clues and Missed Connections

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

The Fur’s Flying in My Language of Love

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