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Lack of immunity
Is something I rarely think about. I am normally, according to my doctor, “disgustingly healthy.” (I love my doctor, he has a great sense of humor and I give him as much grief as possible because he gives it right … Continue reading
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Because Maverick insists
In an absolutely shameless attempt to gain followers, I’m going to post this for Maverick He has his own facebook page so if you’re on that hell hole of daily drama, and you want to get his version of events, … Continue reading
Get your shoulders down from your ears, kid
Maverick has a bad habit of licking his paw when he’s bored – or, as Dr. Dave says, “he needs a girlfriend.” (My response to that was, “I will do most anything for my puppy, but I draw the line … Continue reading
Damn you, robo-calls!
Maverick doesn’t nap easily. He’s the kind of kid that just gets more wound up the more tired he gets. I’ve learned that I have to tell him firmly to go to bed, and then walk away and refuse to … Continue reading
Judgy Eyes
Maverick pulls like a tank. He’s the lead dog and I’m the sled. No harness, collar, treat or threat will seemingly change this behavior. Some days are worse than others. Today we walked down the hill to the creek twice … Continue reading
Full moon and other woes
Dear Mr Judgy McJudgypants Thank you for standing there, staring at me, instead of moving on, while I was trying desperately to get my dog’s attention away from yours and back onto me. When I was yelling “leave it!” and … Continue reading
My Little One
I think we may have turned a corner and are starting to see light at the end of this tunnel. I’m pretty sure there are some rocks still gonna crop up in this tunnel and the light may be blocked … Continue reading
In the blink of an eye
a year went by Last year, I was so deeply mourning Max, so lost in grief that I thought I’d never smile again. And a few miles down the road, you were being born. A little red ball of fur, … Continue reading
Walking and walking and walking some more
I remember a few years ago, my best friend told me that her husband one night, totally frustrated with the behavior of their puppy – who was about 11 months old and full of energy, announced that he was taking … Continue reading
Struggling
It’s been almost a year, and every minute that brings me closer to that anniversary is a minute filled with shards of glass in my heart. I knew, from the moment I heard that horrible word, “hemangiosarcoma,” that my life … Continue reading