This is not another column about our dog
We have published a lot of columns here about our greyhound, Toby, since we adopted him seven years ago. But this will not be one of them. Toby’s gone. After a sudden, painful decline, he was eased into doggie heaven by the same gentle vet who put… Continue reading
5 Things I Wish I’d Done Before My Dog Got Sick
You might want to read this if you are really a dog person, and you are wondering what happened with Toby. I wouldn’t inflict this on anyone else! Warning: it’s sad. We’re still guessing about exactly what went wrong with Toby. The most… Continue reading
Twenty Pound Carrot
Toby, our 8-year-old greyhound, sleeps about 20 hours a day. I’m not exaggerating – in fact, it might be closer to 22 hours, which makes him awfully easy to have around. Plus, his nearly-constant slumber makes me look good in comparison –… Continue reading
Toby loves that jingle! But don’t we all?
Last Thanksgiving started off with a bang at our house…well, actually, with a shout. I was still asleep upstairs when Mark, up early to peel potatoes, woke me with a call for help. “Honey, the dog got out!” I was out of bed in a flash…. Continue reading
Mr. T Gets a Dog (Toby Makes His Debut)
My parents have always called me the pot-stirrer. What they mean, in family shorthand, is that I don’t like things too settled. If the soup that is my life looks a little too clear, I stir the pot and muddy things up. I usually feel justified… Continue reading