Before Dogs, I Used To Have a House That Martha Stewart Could Live In…
There was a brief window in my adult life — maybe a couple of years — when I lived without dogs. My business had taken off, I was earning a good living, and my house reflected it. I’m talking actual white furniture. A cream-colored area rug that I vacuumed voluntarily. Friends would come over and compliment the place, and I’d do that thing where you wave your hand like it was nothing, when really I’d spent the whole morning … Read More
I have never lived with a foo-foo dog before. All of my many dogs over the years have stood on their own four paws, rain or shine.
Every time I take Arrow for a walk, I stuff a random number of small biscuits into my pocket. This is mostly for backup in case we encounter something really exciting (like a jogger or a biker flying past), and I want to be able to quickly grab his attention without grabbing his collar or cinching the leash. Also, as we walk, I like to randomly reward him with food (and always with praise) for looking back and checking in … 
I have a fool-proof thunderstorm detector — more accurate than the local weather Doppler system. And he’s sitting right here on my lap (which makes typing a bit of a challenge). So I know a thunderstorm will be hitting here before too long.