I recently visited Dog Mountain in St. Johnsbury, Vermont, a 150-acre haven, set in the mountains, for dogs and their

Today marks three years since Murdock departed. Three years since he put his tired head in my lap under the

Another birthday for my boy. It’s the third one I will celebrate without the guest of honor. Sometimes it’s hard

As I write this, there is a dog patrolling my yard – at 100 miles an hour – wearing a

Last week, I did a hard thing. I did not foresee that I would still be doing new, hard things

I miss Murdock. Every day, every hour, I miss my boy. But . . . I miss me, too. I

You may have noticed that there is a word I almost never write. A word for which I have developed

Several years ago, I adopted the word “melancholy” to describe my holiday cheer, or lack thereof. At that time, I

You can’t just pick any squeaky toy. There is a high level of quality control that’s required – every pet

I have a confession to make. I have not been honest. This realization struck me recently as I re-read some