This is one of my favorite pictures of Daisy. Back in Virginia Beach, Daisy had a habit of sitting on the her end table and looking out the window.  She’d watch the birds, the squirrels and the neighbors come and go, but mostly she’d sit at her perch and wait for me. Daisy knows that [...]

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I have always called LolliPop my little Mud Puppy. Just like Pearl was my Baked Potato, there’s no rhyme or reason for the name. Until now. Until Ojai. Thrilled to have a yard again, she can’t just go out in the back and just do her business. Oh no. She’s got to climb up the [...]

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I walked out my front door at least 20 times today and went absolutely nowhere. Daisy’s separation anxiety has basically trapped me at home while I figure out which method and combination of training works best for her. It isn’t just about correcting the problem that she barks like a broken record when I leave [...]

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Daisy is a barker. Fine in our old neighborhood, not so cool in the close quarters of this Los Angeles sprawl. Now that I’ve moved into a building with 19 other apartments on two floors, it’s become the problem of the day. Talk about shaking up that status quo. We’ve lived here for almost a [...]

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The dogs and I arrived in LA in one piece (or three separate but intact pieces) on the evening of January 5th. After 10 days on the road and more potty stops than I can count ~ not all of them for the dogs ~ our entrance into the city could have easily come straight [...]

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Day 4. December 29 Colby, Kansas “The Oasis on the Plain” according to the sign at the visitor’s center. . . . where I’m stealing internet service. I’ve gone through Virginia and Tennessee, Arkansas and Oklahoma. Days two and three were spent overnight in Maumelle, Arkansas and Salina, Kansas. The weather forcast for Texas and [...]

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I’m single. Or, if you want to get picky with the terminology, divorced. The point is, right now I live alone, except for the beagles. And that means I sleep alone. Except for the beagles. Yes, my dogs sleep in my bed. In their defense, they don’t know it’s mine. They think it’s ours. And [...]

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I’m known as a nice person in the neighborhood, but there are body parts strewn all over my house. Chester Cheetah has been dismembered. One arm is under the sofa, another is in my bed. His leg is buried somewhere out in the yard. I picked his eyeballs from the living room carpet two nights [...]

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Pearl spoke a language that had nothing to do with words.

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