When the rescued rescue

She makes it look so easy. My teenager, still a boy-man, does not believe in showing weakness. I completely understand this; at his age, weakness can be received by peers with scorching disdain. But our “rescue” dog is aptly named. We call her a rescue because we thought we saved her from the pound. Turns out,…

Frick and Frack

They fly in the door, trailing snow, one with rosy cheeks, both with bright eyes. As each jostles the other for post position, they enter the family room to greet me. Frick and Frack are home after a romp in the snow. My youngest and our black Lab mix have an ever evolving relationship that…

Saving America and my son’s pants

I was driving, holding steady a cup of dog urine, wearing my son’s pants, on a rescue mission. You with me? No worries. You’ll catch up. First, my dog had a urinary infection. On her second round of antibiotics (very expensive antibiotics, may I add), I was required to bring a sample of her urine…

A herd is born

We talk about love as if it can’t be seen. As if it’s some ethereal bit that vibrates between us and does not show itself. We make it too complicated. I prefer to keep things simple. As I sit and write this blog, a furry 80-lb. bundle of joy sleeps at my feet. Not quite…

The girl has issues

I knew this day would come, just not so soon. My boys have fallen in love with a girl—the same girl, in fact. She is strong-willed, extremely overprotective and needs to get a grip on her separation anxiety. Bit of a whiner. The girl has issues, no doubt about it. She’s a brunette—lean and muscular….