“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
Tag: pets
[Just popped in a Paul Simon CD, and now St Judy’s Comet rides shotgun, rolling across the skies and leaving sprays of diamonds in its wake. Music, poetry, words left out like cat food for homeless cats….it’s all part of love]. I've been waking up at sunrise to love like lightning shaking til it moans … Continue reading Spray of Diamonds
My day: 1) Shannon’s dogs won’t come out to pee in the rain so I stand outside the door and try to lure them with treats but they know they’re just milk bones *yawn*cough*not worth it* so I now feel very wet and failure; 2). I can’t get blood from Stella’s ear to figure out … Continue reading Failures RIP
“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)
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
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
And I didn’t want my face to be puffy—and don’t like to upset the animals—but I was crying as I took this first picture. For various reasons that day, I couldn’t hold back the ocean and—as Killian and Smudge moved about their deck—painted my face with loneliness and afternoon sun. And science says tears carry … Continue reading Recalibrating
