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
Category: communication
In My Own Voice #9: Things that Go Bump in the Night
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.
Dog Dictionary: A concise dictionary of canine-to-English and English-to-canine language
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.
Failure is not an option…but apparently redefining goals is just fine
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.
In My Own Voice #7: It Was an Honest Mistake
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.
In My Own Voice #6: What Are They Up To Now?
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.
When He Was Good He Was Very Very Good, But When He Was Bad He Was Horrid*
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?
A Look, a Lick, & a Promise That All Will Be Well
Given that Pettigrew is a reactive dog, I never thought I would be catching calmness from him. Once again, he proved me wrong.
Fast Out of the Gate
Must I forfeit the role of dog whisperer? A chance remark made me question whether I deserved it.
Ruth Polk 