Only service/guide dogs were allowed at the March for Our Lives. Despite Pettigrew's clear interest in participating, we realized he'd never pass.
Category: walks
Remembering the One Who Got Away
As Garth Brooks's memorably sang, "Sometimes I thank God, for unanswered prayers." We went to the shelter to adopt Shadow, but Pettigrew is the dog who came home with us. We got lucky.
March Blew In Like a Lion
The wind that blew through Friday could have carried Dorothy and Toto to the Land of Oz. Pettigrew and I were out too, but we didn't see any falling houses or even the Wicked Witch of the West on her bicycle. We were looking.
Jumping the Gun -or- The Case of the Impatient Optimist
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.
In Sickness & In Health
Pettigrew did not think my having the flu was a good reason to disrupt our walking routine. It turns out he was right.
When Pettigrew Put His Paw Down
What's a dog to do when his family goes too far? Pettigrew takes matters into his own capable paws.
Pettigrew’s Pals: A Reactive Dog Makes Friends
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
Affronts to a Dog’s Dignity
It takes a special dog to keep his poise when forced to don the cone of shame. Even Pettigrew was challenged.
The Gauntlet is Dropped
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
There’s a Time and a Place for Everything
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
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