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
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
Cold. Wet. White. Wonderful, wonderful snow! Pettigrew zips in tight circles around our snow-filled yard. Bounds through drifts. Stops on our walks to mark every snow pile from a cleared off sidewalk or driveway. Is it the joy of discovering a world transformed? Something new to enliven the old? Today he led me on a … Continue reading All is White; It Snowed Last Night
It was close to an ultimatum. One minute I was curled up on the couch, talking to one of my oldest friends curled up opposite me. Between us, Pettigrew lounged. The next minute I was contemplating the ending of a friendship that had spanned decades. How had this happened? Weren’t we just catching up after … Continue reading The Weather Outside is Frightful…*
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?