Glee on four legs

I know animals live in the moment, but the last 18 months with the four legged beast I call the Moose have really brought that home to me. Tonight I was trying to imagine her as an old lady dog, calm, serene, a distinct absence of exuberant bounciness. Couldn’t do it. I sit here on…

Maybe she’s not smart

I found this great blog, called Hyperbole and a Half. The whole thing is hysterical, but the author, Allie, is especially funny when talking about her dogs. Especially the “simple dog”, whom she fears may be, well, mentally challenged. I have always thought our pup Ruby the Moose Dog is smart and large and therein…

There’s no place like bed

I do my best writing when I should be sleeping. Usually, there is no computer or paper and pencil. As I drift off, I write — ledes to the stories I have due later in the week, very clever blog-posts, 140-character masterpieces of Twitter, and some of the most scathing (and of course effective) letters…

I’m wimping out today

I plan on finding the energy to floss my teeth and moisturize. Aside from that today is a loss. My son, who learned to share young, has shared his bad-ass spring cold with me and I have literally spent 30 of the last 36 hours in bed and don’t plan on being vertical again for…

Wanting a good enough dog

When our late lamented dog Katie died a year ago, we had known her for 14 of her 17 years. We missed the unruly puppy time, the my-feet-don’t-fit-my-body months, and the angst of a dog’s teen years. I hadn’t had a puppy since I was four years old. That has made adjusting to Ruby, the…