Cody was caught sneaking his muzzle in my coffee cup for the second day in a row.
I’m pretty sure his stare back at me said... “Ohhhh... I didn’t know that was YOUR coffee.
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A Throwaway /
Meet Chipper. He was a throwaway and labeled for euthanasia at the pound before a rescue group rushed in to save him. Someone shot him before the pound picked him up. He was a throwaway.
Read MoreA Pup Story. One More Time. /
It was one year ago today when she and I took a long ride through the country. Just for the sake of one more time. I added several more miles to our usual route and also drove a bit slower, all to add minutes of just one more time. She was weak from her years-long battle with cancer.
Read MoreThreads of Love and Patches /
I've spent a good portion of today picking up remnants throughout the house.
Patches is a part of our family and one of Zero's favorite playmates. Patches is truly living up to his name these days. He is missing several toes on one paw. Another paw is missing altogether and his stubby tail is split in numerous places.
Read MoreThe Morning After /
For a Friday night, the crew and I settled in pretty darn early last night. I camped out for the evening on the sofa to keep an eye and ear out for Pita following her return home from cancer surgery.
Read MoreEveryone Believes /
I’m always thankful for busy days at the office. Today I was especially thankful. Late this afternoon I finally received the phone call that I’d waited all day for. The surgeon’s voice was filled with optimism as he shared the successful news of Pita’s three-hour cancer surgery.
Read MoreA Best Friend's Promise /
I was scolded by my 15 lb. friend on Tuesday evening after leaving him alone in the cabin for two hours while I shopped at a local used record store. How dare me? Fortunately, all ills were forgiven and any grudges resolved with a single peanut butter dog biscuit and swim in the ocean. The world was once again at peace.
Read MoreCasting a Line. Catching a Day. /
As we stood there talking, I remembered how my father used to love to fish and how he would prepare his fresh catch with a clean and precise filet knife. I asked Herbert if he filleted his fish. “Oh no” he replied. I just cuts 'em down the back and pan fry 'em till they’re lightly brown. That's all I do."
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