To see a close-up, click on the individual photo, that takes you to a page with a single photo. Then click again. 🙂 Dani leads the way to the potty place . . . not that she uses it exclusively, you understand. Sigh. Home from the plane–a little...
My heart broke when I had to return Daisy, and of course I wrote about the experience in my blog. After reading that blog, Dani’s breeder, a wonderful woman named Lisa, wrote to ask if I’d be interested in a special needs puppy. Another of her girls had...
Dani and I had adventures this morning. I wanted to take her out in the front seat of the car, so I dug through my drawer of dog paraphernalia and found a doggie harness that works with a seat belt. So with Dani properly belted in and riding shotgun, we went to the...
I blame it all on Tom Hanks. Well, maybe it began before Tom. Long before. Maybe it began when I was a teenager and had my first pug, a little girl named Suki. I loved that little dog, and had to bite back my tears when one of my boyfriends ran over her backing out...
The last photo I took of Charley, a few days ago. Charley and Babe Charley couldn’t climb on our bed, so he’d stick his two front paws on the mattress and just hang there . . . especially if it was thundering. Charley with my friend Nancy Rue This morning...
My Charley (aka “Windfalls Glorious Gansky”) turned five before the new year began. He is the sweetest boy, but he’s the biggest wimp. Charley has developed this habit of rubbing his nose against anything and everything–us, of course, the...
