Due to weather delays, we arrived home from our vacation late Friday night/early Saturday morning feeling punchy and discombobulated. Driving from the airport our thoughts turned to the dog waiting at home. Would Pettigrew openly ignore us? Roll his eyes back to watch as we stumbled through the door? Lazily uncurl his body and deign … Continue reading Message Sent…Message Received →

How did I manage to get a rescue dog who’s a picky eater?! I would’ve thought the whole survival of the fittest thing would’ve ensured he had an iron stomach and an appetite for just about anything. Pettigrew is not the type of dog who inhales his food. Typically, we feed him in the morning. … Continue reading Food Glorious Food →