You may have heard by now that my husband moved out of our house and marriage of 25 1/2 years a few months back. If not, you can read about it here and here. Before my husband moved on with his life, I requested he be kind enough to leave all three pets with me;… Continue reading A Rocky Start to An Unhappy Ending: Discovering I can do anything in my pink rubber gloves.
In this week’s version of 52 Weeks: 52 Ways to Love Your (Wild) Self, my homework was to find 15 minutes per day and use those minutes for myself in any way I choose. I could sit and stare off into space. I could exercise, daydream, take a very quick nap, escape to my room… Continue reading My 15 Minutes of Fame
Friday nights used to mean one thing to me and one thing only: Doggy Happy Hour in the park. I thoroughly enjoyed the new friends I was meeting, and loved all the socialization Pearl got for the cost of a bottle of wine and some cheap snacks. And, it was a 5 mile round trip… Continue reading Dog AND Cat Fight
In early December, my husband and I planned a trip to Las Vegas. I managed to farm out our two younger kids to friends’ houses, and our oldest daughter was slated to pet-sit Pearl, our rambunctious Labradoodle. However, things didn’t quite happen the way they were supposed to and my oldest was unable to pet-sit. … Continue reading It’s All Part of My Service
Dog barking If I could write an anonymous letter to anyone right now, it would be my neighbor. Just to be able to pour my feelings out on paper about how much her dog’s nonstop barking bothers the crap out of me would relieve me of some pressure. We live in houses that are so… Continue reading Open Letter to My Delusional Neighbor About Her Pet and Landscaping Skills
I must admit that after taking a trip to Turkey and Greece recently, my summer has slipped quickly into monotony. This is truly sad given that I live in such an amazing city in the U.S. My only excuse is that my daughter is taking a class in the afternoon four days a week and… Continue reading Pearl Gets Pawsitively (groan) Polished at Unleashed
Pearl gets a 4 mile walk each and every day. She knows exactly when it will happen — right after dinner, so when I’m walking back and forth clearing the table, Pearl is at my heels. Most evenings I don’t mind but on the days when I nearly trip and fall over her on our… Continue reading Pearl *Was* a Picky Eater!