The day after Gavin and I moved into our current apartment, we went for a walk. It was a perfect 70ish-degree day, sunny and quiet. I let him pick our route. I wanted my sweet boy to find his way in his own time. Our slow, sniff-filled stroll was heavenly. We both blissfully be-bopped along, glancing and… View more
When Gavin and I moved from Chicago to Columbus with my brother and nephew, I was convinced that suburban life would be easier for my sweet, sound-sensitive boy. However, after a few weeks, Gavin started stressing about walks because every house seemed to have a dog barking out the window at him. And, well, in… View more
My nephew turned 16 last weekend, and I joined his mom’s side of the family at a local driving range. Not much makes me laugh wilder, with my whole being, than doing something I’m terribly unskilled at—golf, well, let’s say I cackled so profoundly, I was crying. However, my goal for the night was not… View more
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Nor am I ready to share that my sweet, silly, smushy boy crossed the rainbow bridge on January 7th. Because of Gavin’s endless adoration and immeasurable devotion, my sense of self is more profound than the last time I navigated the grieving process and tricky emotional terrain that is giving… View more
It’s hard to believe the holidays are here. Even harder to fathom, another year has passed. I’m taking the last week of December off(ish). But not to worry, the wonderful human Cammie will be packing orders Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday next week. One of my favorite holiday traditions is watching delightfully cheesy movies, you know, the… View more
When Gavin and I first moved into our apartment, we stumbled upon this fantastic shop in the neighborhood called Tiki Botanicals. We were invited in by the warm and welcoming people I’ve grown to look forward to seeing at the end of our walks. Gavin’s always thought walks were stupid unless he greeted as many people as… View more
Gavin woke me up in the middle of the night Sunday to go outside. He yelped once while he did his business, then sat and stared at me when we came inside. I sat behind him for a moment while I mentally planned the most efficient way for me to quickly grab all our things… View more
When I trained dogs, I had a lovely client with an equally sweet dog who jokingly told me once that her dog’s behavior was either magical or tragic. That’s where my perfect-for-me Gavin is right now. Every morning, I’m so appreciative that we have a beautiful, stress-free rhythm to his pill-eating routine, especially now that he’s… View more
We had big plans (huge) to push volume on Tuesday, a peanut-butter-and-blueberry-making day to get stocked up before Thanksgiving and my offish last week of December. However, we decided because the new peddle still needed to arrive for the piston filler and the makeshift repair that my amazing team made possibly couldn’t withstand a 500-ish pouch… View more
Words can’t describe my gratitude for all the kind thoughts, vibes, juju, and messages that have come my way after sharing news about Gavin’s latest biopsy. Even as I write this, my eyes are watering because most of you don’t know my dog or me, but you love dogs and the people who love them… View more
