Cleo wasn’t feeling well. Our four-year old black Lab had a problem, in that special dog way of having a problem, the kind that finds you outside at 3 a.m., wondering how she ate a paper towel, a pen, six bagels and their bag. Of course dog owners know that goes with the territory, and [...]
Posted in Cleo on Nov 12th, 2008
Cleo’s best friend – other than me, Keeper of the Food – is a duck. A stuffed duck. A stuffed duck with a ripped beak and a limp neck. Cleo takes Ducky everywhere, and is happiest when the fattest part fills her mouth. “Where’s Ducky?” we say, “go get Ducky!” She frantically searches upstairs and [...]
Posted in Cleo on Dec 20th, 2007
No scientific tests on the stucco…but this house has been lab-tested. By Cleo. You can see by her nylabone and sweet glazed stare that she’s settling into the house nicely. Like she’s always been there. I’d been worried. And though I’m quite sure I wasn’t the first to fret about a transitioning dog, it sure [...]
