The humans aren’t gushing over Rocky like they used to do—Rocky normally had a kinda look that made humans smile, lucky son of a gun. That’s not the case anymore. Almost overnight, he turned from […]

The humans aren’t gushing over Rocky like they used to do—Rocky normally had a kinda look that made humans smile, lucky son of a gun. That’s not the case anymore. Almost overnight, he turned from […]
Whether or not it has an official diagnosis, doesn’t mean you can’t observe tell-tale negative fallout from trauma in your dog—peeing from fear, jacked-up startle responses that don’t jive with the context, new aggression, lack of eating or other signs of depression, fear or anger, could all be indicative of an issue. Maybe like Ginger, your dog has fully recovered physically from a trauma, but they aren’t interested in playing anymore.
Holiday meals. Entertaining. Gift purchases. Donations to charities. Buying trees and decorations. Getting the right outfit. The right hair. The right manicure, if that’s your thing. Even the tax bill. The holidays are “ruff” on […]
The dew on the grass was white again this morning, so I guess I can’t call it dew anymore. A few weeks ago, Pat started wearing a headlamp on our walks before work. We walk […]
The big C. It’s a scary diagnosis. But you know what? It’s only scary for you humans. We waggers aren’t scared of cancer at all. Sure, maybe we’re uncomfortable. Maybe we’re in downright pain. Or, […]
My pet sitter Sally made a mistake by taking Tempest on without the proper vetting in terms of a meet and greet beforehand like she usually does with new dog clients. Tempest’s humans were in […]
Here is a simple rule, if you have a dog. Don’t leave your pot out. Ever. The effects on us waggers are much stronger than they are on you. According to a report by NPR […]
Halloween can be devilishly fun. Ghouls and goblins traipse door-to-door amidst Disney princesses and Star Wars storm troupers. All that trick-or-treating and apple bobbing and jack-o-lantern carving and roasted-pumpkin-seed eating—What a hoot! Did you ever […]
Flea’s an old dude—98 dog-years old—but I didn’t know he could forget me. I mean I’m pretty unforgettable, after all. We sniffed each others bum to say hello, like always on our play date, and […]