Twice now the vet has ordered us not to use a collar on Sophie. Wearing a collar is safe! Collars only come off at bathtime. And that harness feels so strange. She is currently fitted with her second—hated—harness. This morning she opted to not take a walk at all rather than put it on. ButContinue reading “On Leaving our Comfort Zones”
Author Archives: Coming Home to Myself
Doggie Body-Language
A few months back, we attended an evening class on Dog Body Language. I wish I had taken notes. A dog goes through a whole sequence of actions warning off whoever (dog or person) has intruded in their space. Afterwards, they shake off their tension, returning to relaxed muscles clearly visible in facial and bodyContinue reading “Doggie Body-Language”
On Feeling Lost
I felt lost this morning. That Where do I go from here? at the end of a big project. It’s over. There’ll be more to do, but nothing to match that satisfaction of everything falling into place. I’m not a newcomer to being physically lost. My first experience was in Kindergarten. Told to walk home withContinue reading “On Feeling Lost”
Staying Grounded equals Coming Home
apology to readers Two siblings told me recently I should continue blogging. When I revise, I go deep into my stories and they take over my world. These last few months I’ve been simultaneously revising two manuscripts. Now I’m down to one, but it still takes something of an earthquake to jar me out ofContinue reading “Staying Grounded equals Coming Home”
Ghost Dog
Taz was our first experience with a Llasa Apso. He left this world three years before Sophie came to our house to stay. Very similar in appearance, both dogs displayed friendly Llasa personalities. But beyond that, Taz was Sophie’s opposite. Where Sophie is hesitant, Taz was bold, unrestrained, and impulsive, prone to dashing into theContinue reading “Ghost Dog”
Putting Down Roots
I’ve always felt a need to be rooted in a solid house on solid ground. As a too-serious kid, when our family took long summer road trips, I’d grow anxious to be back home if we were gone too long. On those trips, the closer we got to home, the more concerned I grew because—asContinue reading “Putting Down Roots”
Sophie’s House–training
I’m Sophie. At first, I felt lost at Wayne and Kate’s house. The food they gave me smelled just like that glass-room-place. I stuck up my nose and refused to eat—until they made it taste like chicken. Their yard didn’t smell right, either. I couldn’t find any place to leave a message so I heldContinue reading “Sophie’s House–training”
Sophie Comes Home
I’m Sophie. I have lived with Wayne and Kate for four years. She says the two of us females are a lot alike. I don’t think so, except we both belong with Wayne. I knew Wayne was special the first time I saw him. My first person—the one who taught me to sit and heel—wentContinue reading “Sophie Comes Home”
Coming Home to Myself
When we adopted Sophie, a Llasa Apso mix, she was confused and uncertain whether she belonged with us or would end up homeless again. She needed time to adjust. Me, too. Where do I belong, really? In an early version of Sleeping Beauty, the heroine gives birth to twins in her sleep. For me,Continue reading “Coming Home to Myself”
Doggie day-care
Animal Humane is the place where I found Wayne. Wayne goes there to work sometimes. Some days he takes me along. I get to meet other dogs who go to work with their people, and I know he’ll take me home again when he’s through. But at Animal Humane, they told Wayne about doggie day-care.Continue reading “Doggie day-care”
Kate Harrington 