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“That your dog?” He laughed at the dirty hound licking crumbs and gravel off the sidewalk next to the outdoor café. She could see its ribs; dried blood stuck to a jagged scratch along its flank. The only dog here is this date, she thought. “Yes,” she said as she stood up. [Continue reading] I don’t usually think of my current dog, Polly, as my intellectual muse and partner. Not the way Patch was. I think of Polly more as my personal fitness trainer, since as a hound dawg who needs to run, she forces me to get outside and walk or run every single day, no [Continue reading] So I, along with other women-of-a-certain age, (uh — that would be most of my readers, if I’m not mistaken ) were horrified to learn that a new study has indicated that women need at least an hour of exercise a day to keep from gaining weight. More than twice as much [Continue reading] She paused in the darkness. Was something, someone, moving behind her? The metallic taste of fear rose in her throat; her heart raced. If only she could reach the door first — get to the other side, safety. Slowly she inched forward. The air shifted, rippled. She was not alone. Something [Continue reading] Friday is our first morning without him. The house feels impossibly large, empty. The big tulip poplar outside the window stands barren and leafless against the grey clouds. Suddenly the sky moves and I wait. Robins, dozens of them, land on the branches. The tide rises. The tide falls. Geez, what a day. The little dog spent most of the night wheezing, trying to breathe. He was so weak this morning he couldn’t stand up, and it felt like it was almost time for him to leave us. Still, I went to yoga. I needed my little yoga group – oh [Continue reading] Longer than 55, and not fiction today. I watch him, walking down the shoreline carrying the small dog in his arms. This is new, different. For nine years, I watched him follow as the small dog raced ahead of him. He walks slowly, deliberately, then settles in the sun on a fallen log. The [Continue reading] A. pointed to the orange ball of fluff hanging from the enclosure ceiling at PetSmart. “Let’s take that one. It has the most energy.” We picked up some kitten food, wrote a check to Adopt-an-Angel and headed for home. We set the carrier in the middle of the living room, held the dogs [Continue reading] Furry friends matter. Patch was my best friend for 14 years. She died three years ago this week. To my soft sweet friend Your soft ears lie quiet now, |
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