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The Unlovely Truth

The Unlovely Truth

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

Looking for Love

Looking for Love

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

Amused

Amused

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

Blossom

Blossom

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

Giving

Giving

This time of year, many of us feel compelled to give more. We’re glad we have cash when we pull up to a stoplight and see a person holding a sign in the bitter cold. Or we realize we and our employees are overflowing with quality control test treats so that we can donate the extra pouches to… View more

Fancy

Fancy

One of my all-time favorite Christmas gifts is a foot-tall snow-white sparkly ceramic squirrel from my nephew Isaac. When my brother Chris asked Isaac why he picked that present for me, Isaac said, “It’s fancy and Aunt Brandi’s fancy.” I chuckle whenever I look at the decoration because I’ve never considered myself elegant or formal. Still,… View more

Fragile

Fragile

Everywhere we look, we’re told to be merry, bright, sparkly, celebratory, and cheery. Our hearts don’t know we’re supposed to be festive when they’re feeling fragile. I miss Gavin so much. Mabel shares Gavin’s snuggly and sensitive proclivities and Finn’s never-ending energy and needs for fun, fun, fun. Ten years apart, my boys left this world… View more

Oh, What Fun!

Oh, What Fun!

It’s the time of year when songs, movies, sales ads, and deals inundate us with hope of magic and miracles. We’re to believe that a prince on a horse will make everything perfect or a mythical being disguised as one of us will ring a bell and all our dreams come true.  However, this season… View more

Grateful

Grateful

I like to think I’m a thankful person. When walking Mabel, I often silently list things I’m grateful for in that moment. Or, as I enjoy my coffee every morning and watch my sweet girl snore easily, trustingly against my leg, I’m beholden to her and all the joy, laughter, and absolute shenanigans she’s brought to… View more