A lot of my Facebook memories are pretty depressing. Every day when my “memories” pop up, I brace myself because it tends to go something like… “Here’s something you did with your dead husband! Here’s an anniversary with someone you’re no longer with! Look a cute picture of you and your late husband!” on and on and on. Today however, was a happy milestone. Three years ago, my trainer posted on her Facebook that a puppy had been dumped at…
My entire life I’ve wanted to be able to talk to animals. I’m sure I’m not the only blogger who feels that way, but being able to speak with my menagerie has been towards the top of my superhero wishlist for a long, long time. Since I haven’t been bit by a radioactive spider or struck by lightning recently, I’ve found other ways to fulfill my Dr. Dolittle dreams. It all started with a stuffed lobster dog toy that Tim gave puppy…
Sometimes you’re in a bit of a mood funk because it’s been a hard month, so you buy your dog a dinosaur costume. Then you get yourself a matching t-shirt so you can dress up together. Then you drag your friends to a dog party where there are dogs everywhere in costume. They had doggie ice cream, treats and a photo booth. Pascale is definitely my fur child, because she helped herself to two servings of ice cream. There was also this…
Six years ago tomorrow, I got engaged. We traveled a lot when we lived in New England. It was new territory to explore, and everything was so close that six hours in the car could get you somewhere new and exciting. When Tim pitched a weekend getaway in St. Johnsbury, VT my suspicions were aroused. I had desperately wanted to be engaged since we moved to MA a year earlier, but Tim always said that marriage didn’t make sense to him….
I missed Pascale’s “gotcha’ date with everything that’s been going on around here, but felt it a necessary break of sadness and stress to celebrate my gangly black panther dog. As a furbaby mother, I shouldn’t pick favorites. I should love all my babies equally and cherish them in their own individual ways. But I don’t. Pascale is my favorite. She is best dog, and I even tell this to Eliot quite frequently. I will always adore Eliot and he’s my favorite…
Tim always loved bully dogs. I think dating me with Eliot made him want a dog that would be “his”, and I of course love all animals and want to have enough pairs for my own ark… so I was always pro Tim getting a dog. The type of dogs he wanted though? Not so much. He wanted a mastiff or Saint Bernard or Pitt Bull… something large with jowls and tons of drool. I have a ton of tolerance…
This was BT’s favorite meal – the best meal she’s ever had. While the pictures turned out crummy, the experience was amazing. If you have never cooked your dog a nice piece of steak to medium – you won’t regret the time or the money spent.
Single with cheese. Special sauce only – no lettuce & tomato. This is probably my favorite series of photos from the BT’s string of epic meals.