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
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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?
In My Own Voice #5: Butterfingers
Every night my husband tosses Pettigrew his rawhide nightcap. They have widely different opinions about what happens next.
Remembering the One Who Got Away
As Garth Brooks's memorably sang, "Sometimes I thank God, for unanswered prayers." We went to the shelter to adopt Shadow, but Pettigrew is the dog who came home with us. We got lucky.
The Command I Never Tried to Teach Is the One Pettigrew Knows the Best
When I say, "Grandmom and Pop Pop are here," Pettigrew charges the back door. If only I could claim credit for training him to do this! But Pettigrew knows that phrase means a guaranteed dog treat and the chance to lick Grandmom's tasty hands.
Ruth Polk 