I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.
We were there, noses pressed against glass with a line forming behind us. Waffles walked to the front of his cage, licked my hand (and barked at Art), and that was that.
Best assistant ever–he works for cookies and keeps me on track. Sure he’s shaggy, but it’s part of his charm. Waffles the Lhasa.
What we lose is what we gain when we trade sleep for an early morning call.
I met her at the MSPCA Nevins Farm in a quiet one-on-one before the doors officially opened for the day. She would be our fourth rescue pet–one dog and two […]
I never know what I’m going to get back when I take my dog to the groomer. Every two months, we take him to be clipped (easy to remember since […]