Pettigrew is not a fan of NFL Sundays among other things.
Despite two months of a bland diet, Pettigrew's undaunted in his hopes for more. After all, food is the spice of life!
During my school years, my friends were people with whom I had classes or shared the same extracurriculars. As a single twenty something my new friends came from my work and roommates. And then as a young mother, it was largely through my boys’ activities that I met other parents. Now it's Pettigrew who serves … Continue reading Pettigrew’s Pals: A Reactive Dog Makes Friends
It takes a special dog to keep his poise when forced to don the cone of shame. Even Pettigrew was challenged.
Pettigrew's untimely arrival in the kitchen fills me with dread. In his eager body lies a veiled threat: If you don't take me for a walk now, I can't be responsible for my actions
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
I never should've measured how much distance we cover in our 45-minute morning walk. I wish I didn't know.
In which Pettigrew shares his thoughts about environmental stewardship.
Going for a walk is never straightforward. First, Pettigrew must attend to his pre-walk rituals.
Pettigrew's idea of the promised land is our second floor. He's not allowed up, but somehow finds his way more often than I care to admit.