It was a Tuesday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had been to the vet for her annual checkup. The vet said she was healthy, but suggested…
It was the morning of Finnegan’s 10th birthday. I had grand plans—a beautiful cake, a party hat, maybe even a few doggy friends over. But…
It was a rainy Sunday. My dog, Finnegan, had just refused his third “premium” dog biscuit in a row. He sniffed it, looked at me…
It was a Tuesday afternoon. I was sitting on the couch, enjoying a few Oreos with a glass of milk. My dog, Juniper, sat at…
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…