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 … Continue reading Off the Leash: How was your weekend? I flew a plane
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 a little unnerving at midnight. Nonetheless it was a fun, unforgettable trip. While we were there we got to see a whole farm full of sled dogs who participated in races like the Iditarod and … Continue reading A jog with my dog makes me feel husky
Within about five minutes of walking in our neighborhood recently, I heard Spanish and possibly Chinese being spoken. We also have several residents from India or … Continue reading My dog isn’t deaf—she just has ‘selective hearing’
“Finally … The Rock has come back to (insert city here)!” Mega-successful action star Dwayne Johnson, better known to many as professional wrestler The Rock, still uses that catchphrase (along with “know your role, and shut your mouth,” “if you … Continue reading Katniss loose again, nearly body slams me; artifacts found and other adventures
“I found your dog. He got out the side gate,” my neighbor said. “Thanks for finding her,” I replied gratefully. If you were really bored or having trouble sleeping earlier this week and read my previous blog entry to remedy either symptom, you discovered Katniss recently got loose. You also discovered there is no quicker way to doze off than reading “A Guero and His Perro.” You’re welcome, insomniacs. Or, I should say, insomniac, based on my readership. My neighbor, who is awesome because he 1.) found Katniss and 2.) enjoys an ice-cold Natty Light from time to time, is … Continue reading My female dog has a red collar. Got a problem with that?
The thoughts come and go, and they’re vividly terrifying—almost paralyzing—yet highly unlikely to occur, just like nearly all of my worries: What if something happens to my dog, Katniss? What if I can’t be there if she needs me? What if she runs away and doesn’t want to come back? Are we keeping her against her will? I think the reason I worry so much about her is because she is totally dependent on my wife and me for survival, and we raised Katniss from when she was a baby—well, she’s still a baby; we raised her from an 8-week-old … Continue reading Who let the dog out? Katniss runs away, sort of
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: Do dogs really age seven years every year? Dr. K: “The short answer: It depends. One human year could be equal to seven dog years at one stage of their life or 10 dog years at another stage of their life. The obvious point would be that dog life spans are significantly shorter than human life spans. They are longer today … Continue reading Ask My Vet: Do dogs really age seven years every year?
As far as I know, Katniss was born right here in Austin. I didn’t know her for the first eight weeks of her life, however, so … Continue reading Ohio native asks: My dog is a Texan, but am I? Readers bored as usual
If you saw me walking around my neighborhood on a recent weekend morning with my dog and an empty six-pack of beer, it wasn’t because I was hammered and needed Katniss to guide me home. The empty six-pack was found on the side of the road; I used it to pick up a “gift” from Katniss, number two* of our walk. I had already used the lone bag I was carrying for her first “gift,” so my options were limited. But I wanted to be a good neighbor and pick up after her—and, I’ll admit, there are times when I … Continue reading Don’t be a turd—scoop your dog’s poop
If you live here in Austin, or in any city of decent size for that matter, you’ve likely seen them recently. Hot. Thirsty. Sweaty. Exhausted. Hopeless? I have a major soft spot for two groups of people: the homeless and veterans, and unfortunately the two too often describe the same person. Summer has to be a rougher time than usual for our city’s homeless, as there seems to be no escape for them from the oppressive Texas heat. Temperatures often hit or come close to 100 degrees here in Central Texas, and although most of us can duck inside our … Continue reading Austin’s homeless, and their dogs, bake in summer heat