Stabbed in the back. You think you have friends. You think you have allies. You feel safe, confidant, relaxed, and then this…BETRAYAL, practically on your own doorstep. Pettigrew making his way towards the exit. The Woman and I go for many, many walks. We invite friends to join us. Keeps things fresh. It’s nice to … Continue reading ￼In My Own Voice #38: Et tu, Suzanne?
The other day I overheard one of my bros talking with the female about a bath....for ME. Now bath is not a word that gets bandied around with my name attached. The few times the two were linked were memorable. Is it possible they have forgotten what happened when they tied my leash to the … Continue reading In My Own Voice #30: BATH is a Four-Letter Word
Dear USPS, I never thought I’d be writing you a thank you note. While I appreciate that your carriers deliver our mail, my gratitude for this service has been tempered by the extreme reaction of my dog to your visits. Whenever we see you--your personnel or trucks--my lovable guy becomes a raging animal(!), ready tear … Continue reading Thank You USPS
In my early 20s I developed the Princess Di Rule. It has been a helpful principle ever since for dealing with adversity.
A fellow blogger described taking a trip with his reactive dog Angst Hase on Siggles on Board. At the end he asked for comments about trips others have taken with their dogs. It made me think … and remember. While Pettigrew loves the car, we don’t take him many places. In the beginning, he was … Continue reading Oh A Traveling We Will Go
My son usually wears flip flops when he walks Pettigrew. Last night he put on shoes and socks. It really must be cold!
Pettigrew rules the roost when we go out of town. He makes sure everything is just the way he likes it.