“But if we bling my cone, would I still look sad enough to work the treat circuit?” Yes. I suggested to Chloe that we jazz up her cone and give it some bling. Because she'd had 15 teeth removed then got 10 days worth of antibiotics to be crammed down her throat plus a cone … Continue reading Working that cone
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Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right. Nineteen pet sits today, up at 5, lots more dogs than cats (this irregular/imbalanced truth often arrives like the rush of retail), Greta and Tala’s (and Sophies [see Come See Me, Sophie]) family leaving later because new baby is teething, colder day, easier on the … Continue reading Here it comes
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
I don’t know how I came to make my living as a pet sitter. I really don’t. I love animals but have an undergraduate degree in psychology and a Masters degree in teaching; after my divorce, I was committed to being a teacher. Went back to school, got a para job in the public schools; … Continue reading Detours
Come see me, Sophie, as you're walking the blue twilight between worlds. Come see me, in that dream land, when the pain disappears, and the body absorbs into stars, and we can behold the sun as it rises on this first new day. Come see me, From your world beyond breath, when the boldness of … Continue reading Come see me, Sophie
