The great dog park experiment continues. Storm goes every day, Monday through Friday, and then gets a weekend pass. He knows he has to stay an hour, so about fifty minutes in, he starts to cry and walk around near the gate, but there have been several incidents lately when he forgets to cry and drool while standing on the picnic table and actually joins in the fun. This is one of his little friends. He’s actually gone so far as to run around the enclosure with her several tim

Storm is definitely in the “prison yard” camp. He hates the dog park. This is how he spends ninety percent of his time when he’s there. Yes, he’s standing on top of a picnic table. He doesn’t like that the dog park is dirty. He doesn’t particularly like the other dogs. He doesn’t like that there is a water hose that some people spray their dogs with, which seems like water torture to him. In short, the dog park is a terrible, awful place that he is forced to go to for an hour

I recently went to London with my friend Kristin and we stayed with our friend Heather at her flat in Marylebone. The three of us always have a good time and I’m always happy to go. As we have on other trips, we spent a fair amount of time in art museums. On this trip we visited the The Wallace Collection, The National Gallery, and the National Portrait Gallery. They’re all amazing and I highly recommend them if you visit London, especially The Wallace Collection with it’s ec

Storm inspects the carrot. He is unimpressed. Storm went to the vet recently for his regular shots and vet recommended that we add fiber to his diet since his anal glands weren’t fully expressing on their own. Being the dutiful dog person that I am, I went forthwith to the store and purchased a bunch of organic carrots and brought them home for the dogs. Cory occasionally has the same issue, so I figured carrots all around. Since the dogs are fairly small, I split one carrot

Hetty’s delicates. Because I belong to the special kind of crazy club that involves owning a tiny dog, yesterday I did her laundry. It’s not unusual for me to throw one of her outfits in the wash with our clothes, but yesterday was the first time I’ve ever done a whole load of just dog clothes. To be fair, it was a small load, between small and medium actually, and the clothes are mostly handmade by my sister Joan, who also has a tiny dog. My sister is creative and can make p

Hetty’s schedule: 6:30 Bark because breakfast is over, and she wants to be lifted back on the bed, so she can get under the covers. 8:05 Bark because she’s been up for five minutes, and no one has put any clothes on her, and she’s FREEZING. 8:30 Bark because she can see the sun shining outside and needs to soak it up like a lizard. 8:33 Bark because the sun is lying. It’s not warm. She needs to come in because she’s FREEZING. 8:35 Bark because everyone is doing something and

Dear Lovely Bird Couple, I know it seems like the paired floodlights outside my porch make for a good location for a nest. After all, being a pair, they provide two sturdy sides to build upon and I see you’ve noticed that I put Cory’s hair, when I trim her, quite nearby, which makes for warm, soft bedding for your new egg. I also see that you’ve managed to find some sturdy nylon netting for additional support for construction. Nice job, bird couple, way to recycle. Alas, I do

The way all greetings begin in my family. Wait for it… #barking #dogs #family

You were no doubt displaced during the stump grinding of the gigantic oak, however, I feel that you have not adequately thought through the move to the flower box behind the porch. You see, the flower box is inside the fence. I recognize that the fence presents no barrier to you, but it’s there to stop the dogs from terrorizing the neighborhood. You’ve moved inside the fence and now they live to kill you. Seriously, they want you dead. You might have thought they were kidding