I’m Melting

The Wizard of Oz’s Wicked Witch of the West isn’t the only one who melts. I do too. Half the human members in my home are able to roll with excessive heat and half of us melt. As a melter, I’m lucky that Pettigrew isn’t a fan of heat either. Together, we’ve been heading out … Continue reading I’m Melting

Can Dogs Count…and Other Amazing Things Pettigrew Can Do

Pettigrew knows the days of the week. At least he seems to have a handle on when Friday mornings roll around. How do I know? Every morning Pettigrew and I head out for a walk. Then he breaks his fast. Core needs met, he settles in for a day of snoozing and guarding the house … Continue reading Can Dogs Count…and Other Amazing Things Pettigrew Can Do

Parking Strip Etiquette

Electric scooters have arrived in our city and are raising all sorts of questions. Where should they be parked when not in use? Are they allowed on the sidewalk? On the street? Who has the right of way? In a recent column in the Washington Post, John Kelly tackled the older problem of crowded sidewalks. … Continue reading Parking Strip Etiquette

In My Own Voice # 14: Summer Came All Too Quickly

It’s hot. It’s humid. Perfect for a siesta. But definitely not perfect for a walk. All I want to do is find a warm patch of grass, stretch out my legs, and rest. Doesn’t that sound nice to you? But no. She doesn’t get it. Walking a few blocks through this miasma is exhausting. I … Continue reading In My Own Voice # 14: Summer Came All Too Quickly

The Presence in the House

I spent the weekend with my nephew, an up-and-coming movie producer, whose latest piece deals with the effects of a sudden death; how that person’s presence can linger. (The End of Summer) But it’s not only ghosts that leave a mark. Pettigrew has a presence. When he’s not in the house, the air feels different. … Continue reading The Presence in the House

Surveillance

Living in a suburb of Washington, DC, means that highly placed government officials, the kind that warrant a personal secret service detail, occasionally live in our neighborhood. On our early morning walks, Pettigrew and I see parked outside of homes, the distinctive, dark SUVs, motors idling on cold mornings. On warm days, they sport bike … Continue reading Surveillance

Signs of Spring

Wednesday was the vernal equinox, the start of spring, complete with a super worm moon, which, I learned after consulting the internet, merely means that worms are more active now and are appearing in the soil! As someone who teaches environmental education and spends plenty of time flipping rocks and logs in search of worms … Continue reading Signs of Spring

In My Own Voice #13: Just Kill Me Now

Can you explain what’s going on? Seriously, I don’t understand. The paw washing persists! Yes, you read that right. The white, wet stuff is gone from the ground, but the paw washing continues. Is this the new normal? I say, empathically, No. I had been somewhat reconciled when I thought washing was a necessary evil … Continue reading In My Own Voice #13: Just Kill Me Now

In My Own Voice #12: Wonderful, Wonderful Winter

What’s not to love? That burst of cold air when you step outside. The breeze that ruffles your fur and flips an ear. The cold, wet ground permeating through your paws. The discovery that the world has been coated white. The muted crunch as snow collapses under your weight. The joy of it! I zip … Continue reading In My Own Voice #12: Wonderful, Wonderful Winter

A life lived in the moment

What makes an old dog keep going? I pondered this as Pettigrew succumbed with his usual grace to yet another stomach ailment. At this point, he doesn’t even rouse himself from the sofa when I stumble downstairs in the predawn darkness, cautiously flipping on lights before I step into a room. I no longer risk … Continue reading A life lived in the moment