The Story of Boo

2 sept 2007 To call my mother a “pet lover” would be putting it SOOOO mildly. If she could, she'd bring home every stray. Every hungry perro: old, young, one-legged, smart, dumb, hairy, not. Every single one. She'd knock me right out of the way to...

Mango Lost & Found

Two weeks ago, Mango took off – she runs out the garage door as we are leaving. It’s happened four or five times. We used to chase her, but most times couldn’t catch her. She takes off across a field and does not come when she is called. Since she...

Like White On Rice

Boo and Winston are inseparable, stuck to each other like white on rice. In the mornings, I open one crate door and that dog rushes to the other’s crate door. They race around all day, taking the occasional nap. Winston naps on a pad next to my chair. Not only...

Shipping A Pet

Since I posted my nightmare experience at customs, several people have let me know about their experiences. Continental Airlines wins hands down over all other airlines for ease of picking up your pet. One woman wrote to me that Continental just handed over the pet to...

The Power Of Paper

This post is so long and tedious you will want to choke someone by the end of it. Which is exactly how I felt after experiencing it. I did not choke anyone. I ate two bowls of chocolate ice cream instead. I’ll have another after I write this. Onward. UPDATE:...

El Amigo Que Nunca Falla

“The friend that never fails.” That’s a good dog for you. Winston’s new favorite toy is a tennis ball he found. It’s an excellent toy on one hand because he can “throw” it himself and it fits nicely in his mouth. On the other...