There are stars of varying sizes all over the sky. Nestled between are crescent moons, silver, and rose. The stars move, and she follows them with her eyes, waiting to see if they return.Continue reading“Within her eyes – rewriting a birthday ode”
Category: doggo
Please donate if you can.
Our little friend in Alaska, Skye Emma, needs your help. She is a beautiful corgi who has helped her family through health crises over the years. She is also an amazing sister to her autistic human brother. As someone who’s a parent to both corgis and an autistic child, I know how healing and nurturing these darling dogs are. Continue reading“Please donate if you can.”
Pobrecito.
Mi pobrecito, August, is sick again. After a bout of conjunctivitis, he looked like his usual silly self for a couple of days. I heaved a sigh of relief and we carried on as usual.Continue reading“Pobrecito.”
Viva la revolución!
The word Octopus comes from the Greek “októpus” which means eight footed.
Lies.
Apparently, dogs love praise. They need it; they enjoy it, and they thrive on it.
“The gift of positive reinforcement is something every puppy strives for. It boosts confidence and strengthens the bond between owner and pup.” – direct quote from an online dog training course I signed up for.Continue reading“Lies.”
Love is painful.
It feels like forever since I’ve said hello to you guys! And that’s my fault. Well, maybe not entirely.
The arrival of August.
Ever since my sister moved to Oregon to pursue her residency, we’ve been doing a shared custody situation with our dog, Minnie.Continue reading“The arrival of August.”
Hey Elon, call me back. We need to chat.
Last week, for a wild 10 minutes, we thought Minnie had gobbled down a car key.
There was a flash of her tongue, scooping up something red, and Grandma screamed, “No, Minnie!! Drop it, drop it, drop it!”Continue reading“Hey Elon, call me back. We need to chat.”
Just a dog.
My dog, Minnie, celebrated her birthday this Sunday. She turned 3 and has been a source of joy and laughter every day she’s been in our lives. So, I sat at my table and decided to write her a poem.
Now, at first, I felt a little silly about the whole thing. She’s a dog (duh), can’t read (double duh!), and frankly, didn’t I have better things to do?Continue reading“Just a dog.”
Nevertheless, she persisted – a true story.
He was an autistic 8-year-old; not fond of animals. She was a feisty corgi puppy, determined to bite everyone in her path.
He screamed. She herded. He cried. She cocked her head and squeaked. But nevertheless she persisted.Continue reading“Nevertheless, she persisted – a true story.”
