The Languages of Love according to Gary Chapman: gifts, quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service, and physical touch. The Languages of Love according to Pettigrew: tummy rubs, behind the ear scratches, above the tail scratches, people food samples (especially from the grill), and rawhide bones. My Languages of Love appear to be morphing … Continue reading The Fur’s Flying in My Language of Love
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.
Ruth giddily left on vacation and neglected to write a blog. Luckily Pettigrew is on the ball and drafted this week's post. He takes seriously his responsibilities making sure all is running smoothly on the home front.
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.
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.
A mirror leaning against the wall is just the right height for Pettigrew to check out his reflection. I never knew dogs were vain! I like to imagine him mugging and posing when no one is home.
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.
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.
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?
Having a dog in the family is not in my garden's best interests.