I am up on the meadow with Maisie, just at the top of the hill, right where the path starts winding in a graceful curve to gradually make its way back down. The sun is shining and it is unseasonably…

Read the PostIn Memory of My First Canine Teacher

January 24 / / dog training

I am cozied up to my husband on our sofa in front of the wood stove and we are both attached to our respective iPads. (Mine has a pink cover, his has a black and white skull-themed cover. There you…

Read the PostTangible Love in a Virtual World

Maisie and I are going back to school. We’ve been slacking off a bit these past few months, what with my rekindled love of running and her learning that yes, she can have fun with other dogs at the dog…

Read the PostThere Is No Shortcut to Good Dog

It’s that time of year and they are everywhere: dogs wearing tacky Christmas sweaters and plaid flannel shirts; dogs dressed as chefs and posed in front of flour-dusted wooden cutting boards, their dog-shaped gingerbread cookies right there in front of…

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Maisie and I are going for a run together. If this statement conjures up a Madison Avenue image of dog-and-owner-running-together — Maisie trotting happily beside me on a lovely wooded trail while I bound along like a gazelle, my pony tail…

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December 6 / / rescue dogs

“Seventeen, Maise Maise, seventeen!” I yell to the back seat where Maisie is — or more accurately, was — sleeping quietly. We have just crossed the state line from Indiana into Michigan, thereby bringing her to her 17th state. She…

Read the PostHave Dog, Will Travel

It is a cloudless, wild-blue-yonder kind of day and the sunlight reflecting off the fresh snow is blindingly bright. But the dog park is empty, save for Maisie and me, and with a windchill of  -5°, I guess I can…

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Maisie is having a particularly bad hair day. She is in desperate need of a haircut, something to which I hadn’t given much thought, mostly because I am thoroughly charmed by her shaggy, disheveled ears. Most mornings, she looks a…

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November 8 / / rescue dogs

The day I met Maisie, she was alone in her kennel at the shelter, even though she had a roommate and partner-in-crime named Jerry. But the day I met her, Jerry was being neutered, his adoption pending. I never did…

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