Sometimes my dog Tim does things that he shouldn't. Like the time he ate the right shoe of two different pairs. Or when he jumped up and broke the ceiling fan. Or when, just prior to Thanksgiving dinner, he lunged... Continue Reading →
My dog, Tim, has the bad habit of barking whenever he goes outside. It doesn't really even matter if there is something to bark at. He just has to announce, rather loudly, his presence in the world. To get his... Continue Reading →
Today while I was cleaning up the rest of the leaves in advance of a predicted snow squall, Tim decided that we were actually playing a game - a delightful game that involved him launching his 113 pounds at my... Continue Reading →
I have a ridiculous beast of a dog. Everything about him is kind of ludicrous. For instance, he is really big (132 pounds big) and his body is so long that it takes his butt a while to catch up... Continue Reading →
Before there was glorious Tim, there was sweet Jake. Jake wasn't as big as Tim or as goofy, but he persevered- training with me for marathons, fighting off two pit bulls and then two German shepherds, even surviving the attack... Continue Reading →
