Dog switches from whining to barking to issue nighttime demands; my sanity slips into danger zone

Sometimes, especially when we’re young, there are movies, and then there are MOVIES—ones that change how we view the world and perhaps alter the course of our lives, if we’re susceptible to that sort of thing. I was/am¹. It was 1986 or so, and 6-year-old Andy saw “Top Gun²” with his parents at a family friend’s house. This was when having a VCR was a big deal, and people rented movies from stores. Sometimes the store ran out of copies of the movie you wanted to see. My younger readers, if there are any, have no idea what I’m talking … Continue reading Dog switches from whining to barking to issue nighttime demands; my sanity slips into danger zone

Who let the dog out? Katniss runs away, sort of

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

My dog won’t shut up, but it’s a blessing

Loyal readers of my blog—meaning my mom and the other two people per week who stumble upon “A Guero and His Perro” in search results for “most corny blog ever”—know that my dog and the subject of this blog, Katniss, is a whiner. If she’s hungry, thirsty, wants to play, wants attention, wants to go outside, wants a walk or is bored, she whines. Katniss whines more often than the Cleveland Browns fail, more often than the sun shines here in Texas and more often than readers roll their eyes while reading my posts. You just rolled your eyes, didn’t … Continue reading My dog won’t shut up, but it’s a blessing

My dog, Katniss: ‘This is my house; I have to defend it’

My wife and I were watching “Damages” on Netflix recently, and a dog appeared on the television. My dog, Katniss, a 40-pound German shepherd mix, immediately saw the dog as a threat and let loose a stream of barking louder than one of Lady Gaga’s outfits. After a few minutes she settled down. Later in the same episode there was a knock on the door, and Katniss thought it was a knock on our door. This time she barked for about 10 minutes. We had to pause the episode until she stopped. Glenn Close’s face was frozen on the screen … Continue reading My dog, Katniss: ‘This is my house; I have to defend it’