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.
My heart goes out to all the animals displaced by the recent natural disasters.
Pettigrew is my in-home weather detection system. Better than the meteorologists at accurately predicting bad weather.