by | | Canines, Terry Tales
Stephen and Eddie and my showsStephenTwo dudes in my truckThe four of us on a desert hikeEddie and Jim spoonWaiting…Jim in the airEddie’s noseCute JimMy dog arm. I still need my Eddie tat.
by | | Canines, Terry Tales
When I landed In NYC mid-afternoon yesterday, I listened to the dire voicemail from the vet, so when the car dropped me off at the vet, I was on the people-mover forcing me toward something bad, real bad. The vet’s receptionist, instant sad eyes when I told her who I...
by | | Canines, Terry Tales
I’m not sure Stephen and I even liked each other very much when we first met. My great friend Robyn Zeiger, who’s a brilliant therapist and specializes in pet loss, told me that it’s best not to get the same breed, gender, or color as my Bob Slobbers, the...
by | | Canines, Terry Tales
Eddie was attacked by a dog at daycare yesterday. I wish I could say, “You should see the other guy,” but I can’t. Eddie is a lover, not a fighter.
