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I read a lot of dog training forums and belong to a bunch of training Facebook groups. Generally, they’re full of amazing, helpful people who love dogs and who love helping dogs live better lives. Occasionally–as with anything on the internet–the conversations devolve into bickering or negativity, but dog people are usually pretty cool with …
I remember tucking puppy Cooper into my sweater because he’d get cold and start squeaking. He weighed six pounds. That’s how much Ripley weighs now. Cooper used to curl up against my stomach while I worked. He’d nestle his tiny face under my arm, I’d scoot in my desk chair, and type away while he …
Last night, Violet thumped her legs in her crib on and off all night long. She wasn’t awake–at least, not until 4 am–but she spent the entire night lifting her chubby little legs and slamming them down. In her sleep. All night. See, she’s still sleeping in the little crib in our room. SIDS-prevention recommendations …
Last night, Violet thumped her legs in her crib on and off all night long. She wasn’t awake–at least, not until 4 am–but she spent the entire night lifting her chubby little legs and slamming them down. In her sleep. All night. See, she’s still sleeping in the little crib in our room. SIDS-prevention recommendations …
Last week, John’s brother, sis-in-law, and two kiddos–ages 4 and 7–visited from Maryland to meet Violet. Cooper loved having guests, primarily because the 7-year-old was willing to play Cooper’s favorite game, “Chase me but don’t catch me!” He picks up a toy and runs. He loves to be pursued. He doesn’t really want to be …
A couple weeks ago, John stood in the laundry room folding yet another pile of teeny-tiny onesies while I cleaned the kitchen. Seemingly out of the blue, he turned to me and asked, “Are you ever going to write about Emmett? All the stuff at the end?” I answered as honestly as I could. “It’s …
I’m fully prepared for you to tsktsktsk while shaking your head after I say this (famous last words, anyone?), but here goes: I think I’ve finally got a handle on… well, stuff. I mean, not entirely. But mostly. Or, partly anyway. {{Note: I wrote the draft of this post on my flight TO BlogPaws. Three weeks …
Several people told us the same thing: Emmett was waiting for Violet. “He wanted to make sure you were OK.” Maybe. I don’t know. It’s a lovely sentiment, regardless. I don’t yet have the words to write about Emmett’s life–or his death, for that matter. He himself was larger than life. Over the last year or …
Several people told us the same thing: Emmett was waiting for Violet. “He wanted to make sure you were OK.” Maybe. I don’t know. It’s a lovely sentiment, regardless. I don’t yet have the words to write about Emmett’s life–or his death, for that matter. He himself was larger than life. Over the last year or …
