“Your dog is wagging his tail ( Read more... )

In Winter I rise before the sun. I uncurl my body in bits and pieces, joints too young to feel this arthritic pain, crying out in protest. I roll to my right, and Fargo, my trusty eyes and faithful companion, wags his tail and licks my chin, a sign of affection and submission. He is ready for the world, even if I am not. Every day is a new game ( Read more... )

For me traveling is one big drama and sometimes it turns into a nightmare. I am dependent on others from the time I leave my house till the time I reach my destination. It starts with the car service. Will they be on time? Will the person be nice? Will he complain about the dog? My ride picks me up and drives me the over an hour ride to the ( Read more... )

The noisy thing begins to make noise. My person stretches. I wag my tail and press myself against her in our sleeping place so she knows I’m awake. She gets up and I follow obediently, pressing my head on her leg when she walks too slow. She sits on that thing where humans sit to mark their territory. I wait patiently watching and asking to be ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I wonder who I am ( Read more... )