Gavin’s always been sound sensitive, but after we were attacked by two dogs who broke out of their backyard, his senses heightened when on walks, as did mine. When we left Chicago, I was still deciding where we’d land, so we stayed with my brother in a quiet suburb outside Columbus, Ohio. Not only did… View more
Even as a little girl, I was a list maker. I planned my outfits. I wrote reminders for myself to eat breakfast and clean my room when I had zero responsibilities. I loved the feeling I had when I marked an item complete. So, waiting to hear back from landlords of ho-hum places to see if I’m… View more
Despite months and at least thrice daily research to find a new home for Gavin and me, I’m exactly where I didn’t want to be five weeks from my lease ending—nowhere. And I found a new lump in his mouth last night that he’s getting checked out tomorrow. My brain is simultaneously in overdrive and… View more
Gavin was a total twerp to leash train. He refused every greasy, gross hot dog, meatball, and cheese morsel I offered him. And, every time I thought I shortened his walk enough to keep him from becoming frustrated, his butt-biting stress relief occurred sooner. I can’t tell you how many times I desperately yelled to… View more
My brother Matt always greets Gavin by saying softly, “I see you,” as he pets him. And, every time I watch Gavin’s subsequent nuzzling and oozing, my heart feels lighter and my soul warmer. That’s what we all want. To be seen and loved for exactly who we are, right? It’s even one of Oprah Winfrey’s… View more
I mentioned in my last post that I found an AMAZING human to help us in the kitchen. It turns out that I lucked into two wonderful new additions to my team. I’m still unsure how I got so lucky. I know so many people are struggling to find employees at all. And, I somehow managed to… View more
My sweet boy loves lounging, especially in the wintertime, preferably under the covers. Even when someone he knows and loves walks into the room, he lazily slithers off the sofa or bed then stops to stretch before wiggle-walking towards them. If snuggling were an Olympic sport, Gavin would win a gold medal. But, when all of Gavin’s favorite… View more
Last week, kerfuffles and complications seemed the theme. I could have handled the gushing water in my basement. Or, bounced back from barricading from and fervently sterilizing the kitchen after the maintenance guy with the raging cough my landlord sent to fix the leak left my apartment. I would have moved on after saving and subsequently cleaning… View more
This past Friday was my soulmate-dog-in-heaven’s birthday, my Finn, and I felt his vibrant presence all day. Gavin bounced and bopped through our walk, despite not seeing one person for him to greet. I soared through my morning order picking and packing routine with a rhythm I rarely find. And, I did a silent happy dance… View more
