It was a grey, rainy Tuesday. My dog, Juniper, had been moping around the house all day, bored and restless. I wanted to make her…
It was a Thursday afternoon. My dog, Finnegan, had been turning up his nose at every treat I offered. Store-bought biscuits? Sniff and walk away.…
It was a chilly autumn afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had been restless all day—pacing, sighing, giving me “the look.” The treat jar was empty. I…
It was a Tuesday evening. My dog, Finnegan, had been giving me “the look”—the one that says “I’m tired of sweet treats, please make me…
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had been giving me “the look”—the one that says “the treat jar is empty and I’m…
It was a crisp Saturday afternoon. My dog, Finnegan, had been restless all morning—pacing, sighing, giving me “the look.” The treat jar was empty. The…
It was a Wednesday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had been giving me “the look”—the one that says “the treat jar is empty and I’m not…
It was the hottest day of August. My dog, Finnegan, was sprawled on the bathroom tile, tongue hanging out, too hot to move. I wanted…
It was a warm Saturday afternoon. My dog, Finnegan, had been playing in the yard and was hot, tired, and looking for something cool and…
It was a Thursday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had been scratching at her dry skin for weeks. The vet recommended omega-3 fatty acids. Salmon is…