I love the fall. The days are shorter. Air crisper. Leaves changing color. Well, almost everything about fall. I don't love the dead animals. You read that right. DEAD ANIMALS. For some reason, animals seem to die more often, or at least more publicly, in the fall. Last week, Pettigrew and I had to temporarily … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season
Category: walks
My Dog Has a Death Wish
My dog has a death wish, or maybe he’s trying to prove that cats aren’t the only ones with nine lives. He can be competitive that way. This week on one walk alone he cashed in two lives. It was the mail truck’s fault. We were on the sidewalk, minding our own business, when the … Continue reading My Dog Has a Death Wish
My Unwitting Accomplice
For the past several years I have taught an environmental education class for which I collect nature items once a week. Unbeknownst to Pettigrew, he provides deep cover for my early morning forays. As a woman walking her dog, I attract little attention. And, although I don’t miss the early morning hours, when Pettigrew insisted … Continue reading My Unwitting Accomplice
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
Just like Mr. Rogers, Pettigrew takes his responsibilities to his neighborhood seriously.
In Her Own Voice: Stella Is this Week’s Guest Blogger
Friday morning: such a ruckus! A girl wants her beauty sleep, but, before the sun was even up, my family was banging around, sending the aroma of coffee wafting through the air, and piling luggage in the hall. I dutifully got up to see them off and then returned to the snuggly warmth of my … Continue reading In Her Own Voice: Stella Is this Week’s Guest Blogger
In My Own Voice #9: Things that Go Bump in the Night
Pettigrew is not a fan of July--the frequent thunderstorms and Independence Day fireworks make for a stressful time. He's looking forward to the so-called Dog Days of August.
Dog Dictionary: A concise dictionary of canine-to-English and English-to-canine language
My efforts to unravel the mystery of communicating with my dog. I share this dictionary with you in hopes it will help you too. Or, if not, at least it will make you smile.
Fast Out of the Gate
Must I forfeit the role of dog whisperer? A chance remark made me question whether I deserved it.
Why I Don’t Have “Michelle Obama” Arms
Who would've thought my dog would undermine my efforts to get in shape.
In My Own Voice #5: Butterfingers
Every night my husband tosses Pettigrew his rawhide nightcap. They have widely different opinions about what happens next.
Ruth Polk 