Aside from a scenario in which Katniss is separated from both my wife and me for more than 10 minutesº—OK, 10 seconds—surrounded by vacuum cleaners, and *gasp* out of food and water, what is surely her worst nightmare¹, and maybe your dog’s, too, is the July 4 weekend. As in right now. It’s not that she’s sympathetic to the British rule of early America and … Continue reading Independence Day: My dog’s personal hell
Even at about 3,000 feet with the engine running and while wearing a noise-canceling headset, I swear could still hear Katniss, my German shepherd mix and the shameless star of this blog, whining as I flew over my house. Yeah, I flew over my house today.¹ It was no big deal. A couple of years ago my father-in-law, a pilot, got me a discovery flight … Continue reading Off the Leash: How was your weekend? I flew a plane
Ask My Vet is a series based on questions I have—and maybe you do, too—about dogs. Katniss’ veterinarian, Dr. Katharine Kennedy of Arbor Animal Clinic here in Austin, provides answers and expertise as a part of this series. Question: What does it take to be a veterinarian? Dr. K: If you make it through the academic gamut of the vet school application process and get … Continue reading Ask my vet: What does it take to be a veterinarian?
I bet Christmas is a strange time for Katniss. On one hand, my wife LOVES the holiday season. She decorates the house, sings Christmas songs and watches Christmas movies. I, however, have grown to dislike this time of year. Christmas and its constant focus on material things—gifts—only makes me think about people, especially kids, who won’t get gifts or people who don’t have anyone to … Continue reading Dear Santa Claws: Katniss shares her Christmas wish list
If you are going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. Actually, don’t bother buying flowers because you’ll need the money. The city isn’t cheap. If you read this blog with some regularity, you know I’m a near-lifelong San Francisco 49ers fan, and I live in Texas—which is obviously and unfortunately Dallas Cowboys country¹. I love being a Texas resident; … Continue reading California dreamin’ becomes real—just not for my dog
When I was 20, my dad and I, along with much of the rest of the Boy Scout troop I was part of, went to Alaska to visit an assistant scoutmaster* who had invited us—it’s not like the few dozen or so of us were showing up unannounced. We went during the summer, so it was sunny outside nearly 24 hours a day, which is … Continue reading A jog with my dog makes me feel husky
Katniss, my beloved four-legged pseudo-child, has it pretty good at our house. She’s spoiled worse than a Kardashian¹: Katniss sleeps on our bed, gets to play outside for hours at a time if she wants, is loved more than most people I know, gets endless cuddle opportunities with my wife and me, and pretty much is allowed to do whatever she wants as long as … Continue reading Happiness is a (not too) warm puppy: Dogs already have fur coats, so why give them clothes?