Getting back in step by going to the dogs

There are a lot of great reasons to own a dog. But one of the best is that it keeps me active. Want proof? This is from the pedometer on my iPhone. Notice how my step counts drop precipitously after Ozzy’s death in November. Then in April they start to climb again. Walking Sunshine three …

Ozzy, 2002-2016

He was a good dog. No, really. A great dog. The last time I sat with tears soaking my keyboard like this, I was writing about the demise of Gilligan, the black-and-tan coonhound from hell. But Ozzy was different. When he was bounding toward the woods, high on whatever scent had seized his canine brain, …

Godspeed, Mr. Gilligan

He was a good dog. Well, no. Not really. Half the time he was a good dog. A SuperDog. Worthy of Polly Purebred. But the other half, he was a whiney, headstrong itch that constantly demanded scratching. And I loved him. I’m proud that my last day with Gilligan was at Frozen Head State Park, …

Strategies for a wounded Newf …

I’ve dreaded this day for a long time. Xena, the best dog I’ve every owned, came up lame while tormenting Gilligan in the lake on Saturday. A vet visit has confirmed that Xena suffered the equivalent of a human ACL injury in her hind knee. And I’m trying to decide how to proceed. I’ve been …