“And I wanted him to feel like part of a family so I said, ‘Puppy, this ball is mine. In fact, the toys are mine, the people are mine, and all the areas you see are mine. But hey: don’t worry about it, buddy; we’ll get there.’” (Via Spot, a kitty I sit for)
*This video is me yesterday, in one of the events that made the day so weird. I’m talking in my best Disney princess voice and yes, it’s embarrassing but this is what I am: an embarrassing mess who talks to birds in sing song through the open screen of her bedroom window. Coincidentally, a month … Continue reading Fluttering
A vintage dress just isn’t the same without a little fur.
I’m hiking with Oscar and Pica—two dogs I sit for—up Emigration Canyon on a deserted trail I’ve never known. And surrounding us is rustling from bushes and in my latent hesitation, the thoughts start whistling. Is the sound large or small? advancing or fleeing? Will this be that mountain lion up the canyon they warned … Continue reading Rustling
#fbf(2018) We ended up naming our first set of fosters Salzburg, Linz, Wels, Vienna and Austria and they’re all now on the next leg of their journey at the Best Friends Sugar House Adoption Center [now called the BF Lifesaving Center]. These kittens were an incredibly hard group. They were petrified at first which even … Continue reading Remember the love
Some pics belie the tenderness behind them. Because when I met introverted Earl--whose history included the passing of his former owner, the relatives for whom did not find new homes for his cats and Earl was put on the street--his eyes seemed almost too sad to overcome the emotional hesitation. And as a pet sitter, … Continue reading Muh Earl
Pics of George and I during his full-service snuggle sessions complete with hug, tender paw to face AND nose, with capstone experience to include rolling over on my lap, gazing into my eyes, and listening to me talk about my shit. (from 9/2018) *** I turned 50 years old on October 1, 2018. I’ve … Continue reading Finding home