My female walking companion gets into ruts. Always walking the same way. Down the alley, turn right; past the playground turn right again, and so on. If we meet up with friends—my buddies Stella, Zadie, Flash, Calie, and Sheva all bring their people out with them--my walking budding seems amenable to trying new routes. However, … Continue reading In My Own Voice #19: Two Roads Diverged in a Wood and I, I Took the One Less Traveled By*
It takes a special dog to keep his poise when forced to don the cone of shame. Even Pettigrew was challenged.
Why was it so hard for me to answer when people asked about Pettigrew's limp? I always felt defensive, like I wasn't a good caregiver.