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…

Weeping for what has been a delight

My dog died coming up on four weeks ago. That’s kind of misleading. We put her down. She was something more than 17 years old, a lab mixed with something else, probably pit bull from the shape of her head. She was deaf, increasingly blind, and so stiff from arthritis that it got hard for…