Dog admiration
People frequently ask me why I am such a dog person. These people are usually not dog people. These people usually are not animal people. I work in a profession and have a theoretical orientation in that profession that people are inherently good and that they can always work towards being better, ...
Sometimes my dog hates me
As I type this, my favorite dog, Sophie, sits by my side gently licking my hands and distracting me from typing my blog. She lays her head on my chest, looks deeply into my eyes and I can tell that she wants me to know that she loves me and cares for me and ...
Unlikely motivation
As I came down the stairs, I could hear Sophie's feet pad the floor as she 'danced' in circles. She does this when she's excited and it had been a more recent occurrence this week, more so than other weeks in the past because she's had good reason to be happy. My dogs ...
In which I make a request…Animals in shelters
Christmastime is special to me, as it is to most people. I've never lost my childlike wonder for the lights, the tree lots, the snow, the gifts, really, any of it. As I grow, though, parts of the holiday that are less enchanted seem to hit me like a truck and I can't ...
The dog stands alone…
Sometimes I hate being a parent.
Blaspheme, right? It's true. Part of being a parent means that I have to do the hard work such as disciplining my child when he misbehaves or chooses to mess around in class as opposed to choosing to learn and distract those around him. This makes my ...
Good Golly, Miss Molly
Oh dear. Oh my. Oh good golly.
One of my favorite things about summertime is the storms. The outrageous, amazing, beautiful, loud, house-shaking, booming, scary movie, better wrap yourself in a blanket and have some hot chocolate and snuggle with your honey thunderstorms that hit the South are this wondrous creation ...