Stabbed in the back. You think you have friends. You think you have allies. You feel safe, confidant, relaxed, and then this…BETRAYAL, practically on your own doorstep. Pettigrew making his way towards the exit. The Woman and I go for many, many walks. We invite friends to join us. Keeps things fresh. It’s nice to … Continue reading ￼In My Own Voice #38: Et tu, Suzanne?
My husband tends to be the more indulgent one, the person Pettigrew knows he can wrap around his paw, see How I Know George Lucas Had a Dog. But sometimes, like today, there really is no effort required. https://ruthpolk.com/2017/09/24/how-i-know-george-lucas-had-a-dog/ In his younger days, Pettigrew was always on high alert whenever there were signs that the … Continue reading Cool Dad: Fun Dad
The other day I overheard one of my bros talking with the female about a bath....for ME. Now bath is not a word that gets bandied around with my name attached. The few times the two were linked were memorable. Is it possible they have forgotten what happened when they tied my leash to the … Continue reading In My Own Voice #30: BATH is a Four-Letter Word
A companion piece to If At First You Don’t Succeed, Try, Try Again In case you don’t know, and, if so, I feel sorry for you and suggest you immediately rectify the situation, a milano is a type of cookie. Two, oval-shaped, pale cookies held together by a thick layer of chocolate. A bag of … Continue reading The Milano Effect
A companion piece to The Milano Effect Pettigrew has never been allowed into our bedrooms on the second floor. Occasionally, if the gate at the bottom of the stairs were left ajar, he would slip up. A tempting space between the gate and the wall. Perhaps Pettigrew could slip through. Sometimes we would be in … Continue reading If At First You Don’t Succeed, Try, Try Again
Do you not know me at all? After all these years? Asleep. Do you not notice that I am Sound Asleep on the sofa? Yes, yes, I heard you. You’re not especially quiet. Collecting bags. Jangling the leash. Opening the drawer and rummaging for the key. Go on, get distracted. Go. Go. Run up the stairs for … Continue reading In My Own voice # 29: I Forgive You
Note: Instead of a typical blog post, I am sharing a poem I wrote. TheDrabble published a shorter version of it May 8th. What I find especially amazing is that on listening to the poem, my 15-year-old son was able to figure out just why the mower wasn't working and what to do to solve … Continue reading Mommy Can’t Mow
Pettigrew is a rescue dog. We don’t know his birthday; however, we do know and celebrate the day he joined our family. In the beginning, this was a gala event. The boys would spend days crafting unique gifts. What self-respecting dog wouldn’t be proud to sport a t-shirt with glitter wings? In addition there were … Continue reading Happy Adoption Day Pettigrew!
Pettigrew has a thing for long grass. He enjoys munching on the bright green, tender shoots. In our backyard, he gravitates toward the edges, where the lawn mower doesn’t reach, and is content feasting on the blades left to grow luxuriantly there. This, of course, is perverse, because grass does not agree with his digestion. … Continue reading What is so special about long grass anyway?
What does it mean when your dog has more nicknames than your kids or husband? In our family, I am usually the giver of nicknames. They come from some hidden recess of my brain, like story voices used to materialize when I would read aloud to our kids every night. I didn’t consciously plan how … Continue reading A Much Loved Dog Has Many Names