So I went for a long walk with my dog, Oliver Twist. At 4 years of age, the ragamuffin has a lot more energy–and stamina–than Henry, the King Charles Cavalier who descends from royalty. Continue reading
The Walk for Animals is one of the San Diego Humane Society’s biggest fundraisers, helping to ensure that every homeless animal in their care finds a forever home. Continue reading
I don’t think I’m the only one who leaves home each morning to head for work, but could I be the only one who does so wracked with guilt thanks to my pets? Continue reading
Nobody thinks I can write. Maybe it’s because I’m little. Hank calls me a pipsqueak, and I guess Hank should know. He’s my big bro and one day he’s going to be king of all of us. That’s what he tells me, anyway, and I believe him. Continue reading
Last night after Henry’s appetite was satiated, thanks to a dinner of salmon and rice, and after a rather pleasant constitutional, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel rested idly on the couch. With all the reverence I could muster, I said this to his Highness, who without any question, descends from royalty:
“Master Henry, as I am heading to the country soon for a long, relaxing weekend, would you be so kind to post a blog in my stead?” Continue reading
