When I was younger, a friend decreed, to my surprise, that I collected elephants. Lo and behold, after a few birthday parties, I had amassed a respectable number of elephants and elephant accouterments. I even learned elephant lure. Did you know elephants with their trunks pointed up are good luck? Unfortunately, I already had a … Continue reading My Dog Food Collection
My grandmother was the queen of optimization. The person who, after successfully getting a group to agree on where to go for dinner, would, en route, suggest numerous other restaurants. No decision was final. Good could be made better and better could be made best. Unfortunately, good often became bad as the plan fell into … Continue reading Optimization Run Amuck: Snatching Defeat from the Jaws of Victory
A sloth. Yes, a sloth is Pettigrew’s support animal. Surprisingly it took me a long time to realize this. First there was the recognition that he was not shredding, but cuddling with his toy sloth. Then I noticed that when he is feeling strong emotion, he tracks down his sloth and tosses him around in … Continue reading Support Animals
Betrayed! In the Doghouse! After Pettigrew’s deplorable actions yesterday, these were the headers I was contemplating for my blog post. Yesterday, craving something sweet, jelly donuts preferably, I stopped in at a local bakery that caters to the large, Central American population in our neighborhood. I had been interested in it for years, but never … Continue reading Wrapped Around A Furry Paw
I was contemplating this question and realized that while it used to be nicknames for Pettigrew (A Much Loved Dog Has Many Names) that I had in multiples, now it is something else to do with my fine furry friend. Warning: this post may get graphic. I will try to stay within conventional norms and … Continue reading The Inuits Have at Least 53 Words for Snow*: Which Words Are Central to Your Life?
Pettigrew’s stomach is upset again. I made a ton of chicken and white rice and opened a can of pumpkin on the theory that with so much food at the ready, certainly his stomach would right itself quickly and I would’ve made too much. Like carrying your umbrella to prevent it from raining. It hasn’t … Continue reading Lemons or Is It Lemonade?
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?
Given that Pettigrew is a reactive dog, I never thought I would be catching calmness from him. Once again, he proved me wrong.
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 did not think my having the flu was a good reason to disrupt our walking routine. It turns out he was right.