Author: Lauryn Shapter

I wander into the bedroom and find Maisie, as per usual, curled up in a small, compact ball, her chin on the heap that is my standard t-shirt and cargo shorts, carelessly thrown there after our morning walk. Her sumptuous…

Read the PostThe Protection Racket

A few weeks ago, when I was having a particularly rough morning all on my own (without any help from Maisie) we encountered another dog on our morning walk. We were on a section of the trail that stretches long…

Read the PostIt’s Not You, It’s Me.

It was her eyes that first pulled me in, Maisie’s big, searching, liquid gold, Egyptian princess, smoky, kohl-lined eyes. She looked up at me, looked straight into my broken heart and held on tight, didn’t let go. She still hasn’t.…

Read the PostWhat Maisie Knows

Maisie and I are at the intersection of Champa and 17th Avenue in downtown Denver and we are both a little shell-shocked by the traffic and the noise and the people and the commotion. Maisie is a well-traveled dog —…

Read the PostTravels With Maisie, Part One

The timer on the kitchen stove has just gone off, with its loud, repetitive beep, and in perfect Pavlovian fashion Maisie begins her dance. She is barking and jumping in circles, and I swear, sometimes all four paws are off…

Read the PostMake Every Meal a Joyful Party

Maisie is spinning around in circles, making guttural grunting noises and attacking her tail, hopping as she bites it. It really is a sight to behold, a tiny feat of coordination and insanity-inspired athleticism. I am watching her while I…

Read the PostYou Kids Get Outside!

February 7 / / dog training