Yesterday morning Pip and I started on a new adventure: our first obedience class.
L’esprit de L’escalier
We took our usual shortcut through an open field where an old house used to stand…
Dogs of Santa Fe
We love dogs, we spoil dogs, sometimes we give dogs the love we can no longer afford to give human beings, after so many losses and disappointments.
Pip in Winter
My black dog Pip, now three and a half years old, fears not cold, snow or rain. For him it is all an adventure.
Pip’s Wild Friends
Life gets pretty boring for a lone dog like Pip, especially now—it is so hot and the hiking trails are so crowded we don’t go there much.
Training Mr. Pip
It has become clear that saying, “Come, Sweetie” in a treble voice may work with your lover but not with your canine. Actually it probably doesn’t work with either.
Dogs, Horses—And Fish
“Don’t feel sorry for The Teaser,” our guide told us, though it seemed to me more likely we might feel sorry for the mares.
This I Can Do
Writers have never been paid a living wage… never a princely—or princessly sum—our incomes are now not equal to sustaining even a modest life.
Divine Insecurity
Pip and I were on to adventure, on the edge of danger, full of life and energy—the way I want to live.
Black Pip In Springtime
Our spring comes with a roar of wind and startling blasts of cold air, but it is spring, nonetheless, and Pip and I rejoice.