It was a Thursday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had just finished her third training session of the week. She was doing great—sits were faster, stays…
It was July. The kind of July where turning on the oven felt like a personal insult to the air conditioner. My dog, Finnegan, was…
It was a chilly February morning. My dog, Juniper, had been scratching for weeks. Her coat was dull. Her skin was flaky. The vet said…
It was the morning of Finnegan’s 11th birthday. I had a beautiful cake on the counter—chocolate, buttercream frosting, sprinkles. My dog sat at my feet,…
It was 10:47 PM on a Tuesday. I had worked late, eaten cold pasta over the sink, and just wanted to collapse. My dog, Finnegan,…
It was a Tuesday evening. My dog, Juniper, had been having stomach troubles for two days. Loose stool. Gurgling noises. That sad, droopy-eyed look that…
It was a Wednesday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had just finished her third training session of the week. She was doing great—sits were faster, stays…
It was a Tuesday morning. My dog, Finnegan, had just turned 13. His face was gray. His eyes were cloudy. His hips creaked when he…
It was a rainy Saturday. My dog, Finnegan, had just refused his third “premium” dog biscuit in a row. He sniffed it, looked at me…
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had just finished her third lap around the backyard and was now lying on the cool…