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

32 things you never knew about my dog, a.k.a. a few minutes you’ll never get back

To commemorate 30 posts of “A Guero and His Perro”—well, this actually post 32—here’s 32 random facts about Katniss that I find amusing. If you’ve been drinking enough cough syrup or if you’ve been exposed to certain fumes (see number 19!), maybe you’ll find them amusing, too: We can’t say the word “walk” around Katniss—we have to spell it out—otherwise she’ll whip herself into a frenzy thinking it’s time to go for a W-A-L-K. Katniss has a middle initial, P., which my wife has determined stands for multiple attributes: play; princess; parched (she needs more water than a redwood); poop/pee … Continue reading 32 things you never knew about my dog, a.k.a. a few minutes you’ll never get back

Don’t be a turd—scoop your dog’s poop

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