It was close to an ultimatum. One minute I was curled up on the couch, talking to one of my oldest friends curled up opposite me. Between us, Pettigrew lounged. The next minute I was contemplating the ending of a friendship that had spanned decades. How had this happened? Weren’t we just catching up after … Continue reading The Weather Outside is Frightful…*
The list of Pettigrew’s triggers (see What's a Trigger) has blissfully shrunken. FedEx? UPS? They now pass by unremarked and unmolested. Pettigrew saves his ire for the mail carrier. Yes, those foolish, foolish USPS workers wear the same, easily identifiable uniform. Plus, there are still some of the old trucks rumbling on the roads and causing us … Continue reading Know When to Hold, Know When to Fold
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
I was contemplating this question and realized that while it used to be nicknames for Pettigrew (A Much Loved Dog Has Many Names) that I had in multiples, now it is something else to do with my fine furry friend. Warning: this post may get graphic. I will try to stay within conventional norms and … Continue reading The Inuits Have at Least 53 Words for Snow*: Which Words Are Central to Your Life?
In one of our local parks there is a water fountain that includes a doggie bowl. Yes, I had never seen one of these before either, but we live in a very pet-friendly neighborhood. Likewise Pettigrew was ignorant of the fountain’s use and showed no curiosity as we walked by it. Truthfully, I wasn’t in … Continue reading The Allure of Novelty
Books with titles like All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten make me suspicious. It’s the all-inclusiveness of the title that turns me off. My husband would say I am being too literal. In fact, going online to confirm that I had remembered the wording correctly (I hadn’t), I see it is … Continue reading Everything I Need to Know I Learned When My Kids Were Toddlers
Pettigrew’s stomach is upset again. I made a ton of chicken and white rice and opened a can of pumpkin on the theory that with so much food at the ready, certainly his stomach would right itself quickly and I would’ve made too much. Like carrying your umbrella to prevent it from raining. It hasn’t … Continue reading Lemons or Is It Lemonade?
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
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
It was a close call. Saturday was the anniversary of Pettigrew’s adoption and a celebratory weekend was planned. His grandparents, aunts, and cousin started the festivities, gifting a stuffed sloth, all dangly arms and legs with a squeaker enticingly buried somewhere in its depths. But, Pettigrew was thwarted in his attempts to lick the plates … Continue reading Tragedy Averted: In the Double Digits Now