You can only imagine how much I missed my Riley. But Sicily was full of dogs--and cats--that seemed to always find the cutest poses. This was one of two adorable puppies that turned up at the Gulfi Wine Estate and made themselves at home. The estate workers made them live outside, which broke my . . .
Nothing more fun than watching K-9 nose work dogs at class. Riley is learning nose work--how to locate things through scent. His command? "Find it"--find scents. Right now, it's his favorite treat food. Later, it'll be other scents. But all in good time. He's completed four of the six classes in . . .
He looks benign, doesn't he? A nice young man out doing the family grocery shopping. Something my father and most men of his generation wouldn't be caught dead doing. Men of today, they participate in household chores. They take care of the kids. Do the dishes. Help with the laundry And go to . . .
It was a hot summer day on Santana Row in San Jose when we encountered this motley crew of dogs hanging out together with their owners and walker. Big and beautiful. You can tell how hot it was by the way their tongues are hanging out. These days are definitely the dog days of summer. Fortunately, . . .
Yes, he's adorable. But those who know and love him get most tickled by his dinner plate, which gets almost as many comments as his adorableness. In real life, that is. But today, you have the rare opportunity to comment on His Royal Highness' mealtime ritual even if you haven't had the honor of . . .
I caught Riley reading this the other day. He was interested in how he stacked up and, after I read it, well, it's verified: he's a brainy K-9. He's got a large vocabulary and has learned commands before WE even recognized them as commands. One night he was being a total pain in the butt and I . . .
The official start of summer was today at 6:51a.m.EDT. I don't know about you, but time seems to be going by so quickly I'm afraid if I blink the summer will be gone. Back in the day the summer solstice was celebrated by dancing around bonfires. Alas, here in California bonfires aren't ecologically . . .
It's time for Riley's favorite thing. That's a walk, which means he needs to be snapped into his harness, which is now getting a little ratty. I'll be looking for a new one, soon. I'd actually like one that has a D-ring apparatus that won't slip open when he pulls on it--on this harness I've had . . .
The other day our friend, V., dropped something off. Riley was in his room, door closed, but could hear V's voice, and he's crazy about V. He was so upset at not seeing V he was hurling himself against the door to try to get to him. V. loves Riley too, and it's obvious to everyone and especially . . .
Even in the midst of great joy, shadows loom around the edges. We know that loss is inevitable, but we're too busy living to think about it. I was reminded of that just this month when our beloved older dog was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer and we had to put him to sleep. He'd been ailing . . .