It was the morning of Finnegan’s 12th birthday. I had made him a beautiful batch of pupcakes—pumpkin, oat flour, a touch of peanut butter. They…
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 cold, rainy November evening. My dog, Finnegan, had been feeling off for days. He wasn’t eating his kibble. He wasn’t interested in…
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 August. The kind of August where the pavement sizzles and the air conditioner runs until it begs for mercy. My dog, Finnegan, was…
Just like humans, dogs carry tension, stress, and physical discomfort in specific parts of their bodies. Learning where to massage your dog isn’t just about…
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,…