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22 November 2011 5 Comments

Being Truly Grateful

By 7 a.m. a year ago today I’d already been to two grocery stores buying the perfect turkey and other Thanksgiving fixings and had the turkey in the oven cooking two days early because I was afraid my little toy poodle, Ebie, would die without having his favorite food one last time. I’ve wanted to […]

7 July 2011 1 Comment

Disability Is What He Makes It

Sky walks around the office scratching on walls. Then I have to rescue him from the bathroom when he pounds the door closed, gets trapped in the dark, and starts howling. I open the door, and Sky’s bright blue eyes thank me. As soon as I sit down to start working again, Sky paws through […]

9 June 2011 2 Comments

My Tiny Boss

Every morning after Romey, my fourteen-year-old toy poodle, has been pottied, fed, watered, medicated, and loved on, he and I go into the office and take our normal places on the loveseat. I set to work while Romey pretends to doze off. He gives me ten minutes to get fully involved in reading or writing. […]

27 May 2011 8 Comments

Once In A Lifetime

It hit me as I walked through the master bedroom of our cozy little suburban ranch house on a clear autumn Saturday afternoon a few years ago. My husband, John, stood out in the backyard laughing. I peaked through the curtains to see hundreds of bubbles floating in the air. Our two little white toy-poodle […]

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12 May 2011 4 Comments

Morning Ritual

It starts first thing in the morning, even before the sun wakes. I wish I could adequately convey how it sounds. As I write, I imagine that it’s a mix between a trumpet’s blare and a baby’s coo. It’s my cat, Bud, making his special cry for milk. He cries so hard and so long […]