I started Mabel’s home-alone training again a few weeks ago. I felt she was ready. We spent December making her room at home special while also allowing my sweet dog to adjust to Sasha’s lovely home for daycare instead of the large, rough, and rowdy play-all-day facility and keeping up with life in a busy… View more
I woke up Saturday morning to glittery snow on the ground and flakes fluttering from the sky. I never thought I’d be excited about 27°F, but when you have a reactive dog, you know it’s trickier to exercise them on the weekends and lovely weather days. So, Mabel and I headed to the quiet dog park,… View more
A few weeks ago, Mabel went to jump in the car, and I didn’t realize her leash was wrapped around my legs. My sweet girl tumbled backward onto the ground; she looked panicked but shook it off quickly and then jumped right into the backseat. For about five seconds, Mabel lifted her right leg. While Mabel seemed… View more
The day after Mabel came to stay with me for her trial week, I put her in the crate I borrowed from her foster mom with a treat-stuffed toy and went downstairs for a minute. The blood-curdling screams and violent thrashing that came out of my now-adopted sweet dog tore my soul to shreds. As I sat… View more
I heard (again) on a podcast recently that what we look for, we find. If we look for love, it’s everywhere, from the bright eyes of the dog we adore looking lovingly at us to birds fluttering from tree to tree to the tiny sprouts of green grass here and there, even in February. And, if… View more
We think our souls are soothed. We feel good most of the time. Even stressful events and hiccups in our day don’t affect us like they once did, but sometimes, in our busy day-to-day, we see a reflection that reminds us there’s no such thing as healed, only mending. Mabel’s still settling in at home…. View more
When I lived in Chicago and trained dogs, I sat in traffic four hours a day and tried finding peace by listening to podcasts. I can’t recall the speaker’s name, but they said, “Instead of being annoyed, be amused.“ I never mastered glee in gridlock. If I did, I might still live in Chicago, but… View more
I’m back from vacation, a birthday celebration in Belize with my two best friends and their partners, one of whom we just met while on holiday. As much as I relished the warm weather, I treasured the togetherness the most. Long lingering breakfasts, discussions about what to do that day with no one having any strong… View more
To say my sweet dog is thriving is an understatement. Aside from some self-soothing paw licking and the occasional nelly belly, Mabel’s health is amazing after eight infections, viruses, and parasites. Her eyes glow, her fur is thicker and softer, and her confidence blossoms daily. Mabel’s now grabbing anything I accidentally drop: dirty socks and a brussel… View more
I turn 50 today. I can’t believe it. Though the creaks in my left shoulder remind me, my body’s half a century old. And my knees know how old they are, especially my right knee cap. It’s still healing from Crash-Master-Mabel running into me six weeks ago. Other than that, I feel lighter, freer, and full… View more
