Jumping the Gun -or- The Case of the Impatient Optimist

A perfect storm is brewing to thwart my efforts to restore Pettigrew's stomach: Pettigrew's belief that he in entitled to people food paired with my husband's eagerness to see a cure when Pettigrew is merely having a good day.

Pettigrew Persists: Honoring An Indomitable Spirit

Despite two months of a bland diet, Pettigrew's undaunted in his hopes for more. After all, food is the spice of life!

There’s a Time and a Place for Everything

Pettigrew has a special relationship with water. In its proper place, water is welcome. Otherwise, he’d prefer to pass. On rainy days he dawdles in the house, reluctant to go on a walk. I end up pulling him out the door by his leash, feeling like I’m dragging him toward some awful fate. Once outside, … Continue reading There’s a Time and a Place for Everything

Before We Head Out I Just Need to…

Going for a walk is never straightforward. First, Pettigrew must attend to his pre-walk rituals.

It’s My Turn: Part 2

Pettigrew takes a turn writing the blog again. As usual, he has some important observations about his family and tips to share!

Let the Good Times Roll

Did Pettigrew miraculously recover just in time to join us on our hike. Or, I began to wonder, had he been exaggerating his sickness in order to enjoy the benefits of special foods and extra love for a few more days?