Age is Just a Number

Just over two months ago I celebrated my eighth birthday. In dog years, that makes me 56. In bulldog years, probably more like 80.  I could be sad. One of my eyes is fogged over, I have age spots on my tummy, my fur is getting patchy, and I prefer to walk as little as...

Marie Kondo and Me

Have you heard of Marie Kondo? Until today, I hadn’t. You see, there’s not much call for us dogs to be tidy. But, today my person decided that she should fold her plastic bags. Naturally, being a helpful sort of dog, I wanted to assist. Here I am with the...

Telling Time

My person just bought a special clock to teach her grandchildren to tell time. I’m not sure why. After all, even a dog can do it! Here I am, reminding my person that it is time for my walk. 5:00 pm on the dot. What’s so hard about...

When Doing What Comes Natural is Bad

The other day my person was making lunch and I was doing what I do–waiting in case she might drop some food my way. Then, score! She dropped an avocado pit. I was pretty sure that she didn’t mean to do it, so I picked it up and ran. Well, what do you know?...

How to Keep a Biology Student’s Interest

Do you know what my person spends her weekends doing? Not sharing her food. Not taking me for walks. Not even playing tug-of-war. She sits at her computer and teaches microbiology to college students. I have no idea why. But, being a nice dog, I help her. I lie down...

I Hate Suitcases!

At least my main person is still here. No sign of a suitcase…yet. Yes, I do know that is a strong word. But it’s the truth. You see, half of the time that I see suitcases it means that one of my people is leaving. Last week, THREE of them went! One of the people...