Oxen Mystic

golden retriever, best friend, dogI woke up in the middle of the night as sick as a dog. Wait. My dog never got this sick. Henry, my Golden, had the constitution of an ox and the compassion of a Mystic, so he  followed me from the bedroom as I raced to the bathroom.

I don’t remember what happened next, except when I awakened  I had a huge headache, an even bigger lump on my head, and someone breathing into my nose. Continue reading

The Scooby Secret

dogs, dog love, rescue dogs, muttNot sensible at all, falling in love with a dog. But I’ve discovered a secret.

First, let me talk about Scooby. And his best friend, my nephew. T didn’t grow up with a dog, but he’d wanted one desperately during his childhood. So after college, when he began his first job in a new city living in a tiny rental with three other guys, T followed his sentimental dream – he rescued a dog.

Scooby came from a run-down shelter with no pedigree and was a bit of a handful at first. Continue reading

He’s Just a Dog

dog, golden retriever, autumnDo your teeth grit as hard as mine when people use that expression? What do they mean?

He’s just a dog, so his ‘feelings’ don’t matter, because he has none…?

He’s just a dog, so it’s fine to let him sit outside in the rain (or snow or hot sun) all day…?

He’s just a dog, so leave him at home for hours and don’t worry about him…?

I’ll lighten up for the rest of the post, but I needed to get your first visceral reaction. How do we treat our animals? Do they have “feelings” or concerns? Do they get hot and cold, bouts of hurt and spurts of joy? Continue reading