Forbidden Fruit Tempts Every Time

Why is it that when something is off limits it is so alluring? My younger son has left to start his freshman year at college. He is the only one in the family for whom Pettigrew reliably sits when asked. Their relationship is clear and Pettigrew acknowledges that he is not the alpha. But now, … Continue reading Forbidden Fruit Tempts Every Time

If I Can’t See You, You Can’t See Me

My sister wore glasses from a young age. I had better than 20/20 vision. Like younger siblings everywhere, I envied the things my sister had. Her pink bath towel was infinitely superior to my blue one. But it was the superpower conferred by her glasses that I especially wanted. By removing them, she told me, … Continue reading If I Can’t See You, You Can’t See Me

In My Own Voice #37:  The Two-Bed Solution

As much as I love my family, and trust me, I do, they can be Shockingly obtuse sometimes.  Take the beds. This past year they bought me two, count them, two beds! Of course, I was fine in their beds, but they discouraged it. Go figure. The first bed went upstairs, where they sleep. Well … Continue reading In My Own Voice #37:  The Two-Bed Solution

In My Own Voice #36: The Fake Out

These hot muggy days really drag me down. No matter when we go out, the weather is dreary. The Woman is usually amenable to cutting our walks short if I’m just not up for it, but sometimes she resists. On those dreadful occasions, instead of following my lead when I turn, she forcibly drags my … Continue reading In My Own Voice #36: The Fake Out

In My Own Voice #35: The Worst Night of My Life

It started, as these things often do, with something so deceptively wonderful that I was completely blindsided when everything went south. Typically, the Woman and I have a bit of a back and forth around when to eat dinner. Invariably, I have to remind her not once, not twice, but three or more times before … Continue reading In My Own Voice #35: The Worst Night of My Life

In My Own Voice #34: You Never Know What Lies on the Other Side of a Door

When you get in a car, it’s a tricky thing. There is, of course, the pleasure of watching the world go by while you remain snug and warm and without any exertion. But when that door opens, well, you just don’t know where you’ll be when you step outside. Sometimes you are about to embark … Continue reading In My Own Voice #34: You Never Know What Lies on the Other Side of a Door

The Nose Doesn’t Always Know

Much has been made about a dog’s powerful sense of smell. This unique skill qualifies them to find bombs, drugs, and lost or trapped people. I actually looked up how a search and rescue dog operates. Yep, it’s by scent. Alas, Pettigrew’s schnoz is lacking. Although he thoroughly enjoys sampling the olfactory delights on his … Continue reading The Nose Doesn’t Always Know

The Battle Lines Are Drawn

Do we allow data to inform our decisions or not? Pettigrew out on a walk. I had thought we were a data-driven family. As a scientist, researcher, and doctor, my husband has a healthy respect for data and its importance in developing a successful course of treatment. Or, so I thought. Apparently, his ability to … Continue reading The Battle Lines Are Drawn

Dog vs. Cat: Transcending Heredity

You don’t need to agree with the late 20th century English-American intellectual Christopher Hitchens on everything, but he did have a point about the difference between dogs and cats. To paraphrase,  If you provide dogs with food, water, shelter, and affection, they will think you are God; whereas, if you provide cats with food, water, and … Continue reading Dog vs. Cat: Transcending Heredity

“What could be more important than a little something to eat?” —Winnie the Pooh

“Now then, Piglet, let’s go home.”“But, Pooh,” cried Piglet, all excited “do you know the way?”“No,” said Pooh. “But there are twelve pots of honey in my cupboard and they’ve been calling to me for hours. I couldn’t hear them properly before, because Rabbit would talk, but if nobody says anything except those twelve pots, I think, Piglet, … Continue reading “What could be more important than a little something to eat?” —Winnie the Pooh