In one of our local parks there is a water fountain that includes a doggie bowl. Yes, I had never seen one of these before either, but we live in a very pet-friendly neighborhood. Likewise Pettigrew was ignorant of the fountain’s use and showed no curiosity as we walked by it. Truthfully, I wasn’t in … Continue reading The Allure of Novelty
Earlier this week I finally bit the bullet and called a plumber. We had a slow leak under our kitchen sink. I kept thinking I had fixed it, until I pulled out the trash can and noticed that the bottom was wet again. I had dumped baking soda and vinegar down the drain followed by … Continue reading Above My (and His) Pay Grade
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
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.
Ruth giddily left on vacation and neglected to write a blog. Luckily Pettigrew is on the ball and drafted this week's post. He takes seriously his responsibilities making sure all is running smoothly on the home front.
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?
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.
What's a dog to do when his family goes too far? Pettigrew takes matters into his own capable paws.
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
Pettigrew's idea of the promised land is our second floor. He's not allowed up, but somehow finds his way more often than I care to admit.