Yesterday was 10/07/10, and Ella turned 7 * . Using the common yardstick of seven dog years to one human year, she's now older than either █████ or I, which makes me sad. (Good thing Ella is immortal, and will outlive us both.) Ella was six months old when
Even with her bath Tuesday evening, I'm still picking little specks of dried algae out of Ella's fur. It's like someone sprinkled her with diced parsley. If I smell a backyard grill, I'm not letting her out of my sight.
We like to take Ella to a dog beach on Lake Michigan, a couple of miles from our apartment. The temperature was in the high 80s yesterday, so I tossed Ella in the car late in the afternoon and we headed east to Lincoln Park. Unlike the past few summers,
if poop then scoop
[sung to the tune of "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath] She's my hungry bear She's the little dog with the golden hair She'll just sit and stare Anytime I'm eating and I won't share Nobody feeds her She
█████'s off to Florida through Tuesday for work, and I'm going to do get as much writing done as I can. The only breaks will be for taking care of Ella (who went to the groomer yesterday and now looks like a Muppet) and a special team-trivia
Earlier from the second-story deck I caught a glimpse of the gate slamming shut as Ella chased someone out of the yard. Her wild barking was what had summoned me. The thunk of something landing solidly on the wooden deck below brought me down the stairs to find a package
No, I'm sure the pile of Milk-Bone® dog snacks that Ella and I stumbled across in the park yesterday morning did not conceal a boobytrapped pit in the ground, nor a tripwire that would drop a steel cage around us, nor a noose that would tighten around our
Let me tell you a story. This morning I was out walking the dog, who, honestly, can be a grouchy pain in the ass. But today she was pretty good. It was clear and cold, being October, and we had waited more than five minutes to cross a busy street.
So █████ got home this morning from walking Ella to report to me, as I drank my unmagical coffee-n-cream, that they'd had a fantastic time. All except for one little incident. There's a big preserve of prairie grass at the park in which the dogs like to
Yes, the following message is canned, but I hope you'll read it anyway... Hi! Bill here. I just entered Ella in the Orvis Cover Dog Photo Contest Now I need your vote to help me raise critical funds for the Canine Cancer Campaign. To enter the photo contest,
Ella's been having a rough time of it lately. Between thunderstorm season and fireworks season, she's been afraid to go outside after dark, and until recently she was starting to balk earlier and earlier in the day. (Yes, balk,, not bark.) We've been working
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