The sound of paper ripping makes me pause as I brush my teeth. I cock my head toward the bathroom door. What is that? My mind goes over the items...Read More
“Seriously, Sally?” I lift my head from the pillow and squint at the alarm clock. 2:31 a.m. Wednesday. Sally nudges my arm again with her long snout. I swing my...Read More
Strawberries with ice cream. Strawberries with shortbread. Strawberries with pudding. But strawberries and a little white dog? Mike and I moved in May and as we were walking around the...Read More
I grab the door handle of the veterinary exam room, bolt to my car and call Mike. “Sally update,” he said. “I just left her with the dental vet.” My...Read More
I balance the plastic container of Sally pee on my lap while I keep my right hand on Sally’s body and steer with my left. I have no idea how...Read More
“Sally needs a playmate,” I say. “No way will the princess want another dog taking attention from her,” Mike responds. “Besides, Sally can play with Mary.” “Mary just chases her...Read More
