Riley is my little Pigpen, always getting into something. Two days after his grooming, the white part of his fur is already grey. And since he hates the bath, and fights back (only to us, never the groomer), I don't dare bath him. Besides, that, I'd have to bathe him every two days. And with colder . . .
If you've got a dog or a cat, it's time to start thinking about July 4, because many, many dogs have terrible anxiety and fear over the sound of fireworks. Riley has some recommendations: He stays home. It's irresponsible to take a dog out when there's so much scary noise. Riley is safe . . .
If you visit here regularly, you know I'm a believer in the science that shows cannabis is good medicine. It seems odd to refer to science as having "believers," as if it were some weird cult. Of course, in today's alternate universe, science has become a strange cult instead of the empirically . . .
Nose work for dogs is a team sport. No, the dogs aren't a team--you and your dog together are a team. And the biggest lesson for most handlers is to "trust your dog." A dog that knows how to "find it!" is going to find it and tell you. Eventually. But we humans like to second guess our . . .
A great shampoo I'm not sure I like anything better than a great shampoo. I once had a stylist with long, strong fingers with which she massaged and scrubbed my scalp without stopping for nearly the entire shampoo. Strong fingers and not stopping after a few strokes, that's the key to a great . . .
Treat your dog to some yummy mutt meatballs this week! Riley goes to an integrative vet who noticed that his fur seemed dry and so was his nose. "In Chinese medicine, those are symptoms of a blood deficiency that can be treated with diet," she told us. She said that blood tonifying foods include . . .
It's been more than 20 years since I've had a surgery, but when I did, I wanted my surgeon to have a little medical arrogance. You know, the kind of confidence that comes from being really good at surgery and knowing it. It's not a Marcus Welby world any more. It hasn't been, not for a long . . .
When we moved to Kirkmont Drive we couldn't help but notice the beautiful, long-haired cat that sat on a lawn three doors down. He'd greet everyone who walked past, sometimes ambling across the street to make sure he didn't miss anyone. He'd bestow his blessing--a meow and a face rub--on each of us: . . .
Today's just one of those days when nothing will do but cute dogs. If you don't love dogs? Heed this warning: beware of dogs in this post! If you love dogs? You're in luck today. So come on! Let's look at cute dog photos. I know, he's cute, right? His name is Milo and he is a nine-year-old . . .
I was in my 20s when I appeared before a grand jury. My sin? Not killing dogs and cats. Let me explain. I was president of a humane society that held a contract to do animal control for the small capital city in which we lived. A shelter manager ran the operation and techs were on staff to do . . .
