Denver 30: 14

Tall Lady needs to learn, I am not a mannequin. Just because she knits something new doesn’t mean I’m supposed to walk around the house, strutting like some skinny French poodle on the dogwalk. I mean, GOD MOM. What will the neighborhood dogs think?...

Toofs

I drove WNM to the vet today for a teeth cleaning. Poor thing is so smart, we got out of the car and he — my otherwise curious and overly confident pooch — walked with shaky legs up to the front door, knowing precisely where we were and that he never...

Aesthetic

 Friends! You are my friend, right? I mean, everyone is my friend — especially if you let me sniff your butt first. Even Chaco is my friend and he took a bite out of my ear last week, wearing a short-bus cone. Friend! Let’s go to the park. I LOVE the park,...

Nelson-Approved Literature

I adore this poem. It’s printed and hanging in the window of a bookshop in my neighborhood. My favorite part: On cold winter nights, love is warm. It lies between you and lives and breathes and makes funny noises. Love wakes you up all hours of the night with...

Woodland Karma

This weekend with Tall Lady started out really well. I knew when she pulled out her hiking boots Saturday morning we were going to have some fun. An hour later, we were on one of our favorite trails and it was fantastic. My tail was wagging, my tongue was out and I...

Bark, Bark, Smile

I never stop moving. Even in my sleep — when I’m not chasing something with my little legs flailing — I’m farting. What? Don’t judge. You probably fart in your sleep too. Good thing Tall Lady loves me unconditionally. Life here on the...