Some people claim a day.Some people claim a week.I, being a New Yorker with a flair for the dramatic, claim a month for my birthday. A whole 30-day festival of me. I highly recommend it. In my generous spirit, I also allow others to have a birthday month.Whether […]
What is good about having a pet? Some people meditate in the mornings.Some people journal.Some people sit with their matcha contemplating the fate of the universe or whether today is the day they actually fold the laundry. Me?I step into my kitchen and immediately begin a one-woman slam-poetry […]
There’s something magical about watching my dogs operate as a pack. Not magical in the Disney-princess-singing-to-birds kind of way. It’s more like the “oh dear lord, the neighbors think we’ve lost it” kind of way. It usually starts with the middle one. He’s the ringleader. The union boss. […]
There are a few life truths I know for certain: coffee is sacred, people will absolutely not use their blinkers, and dog kisses are both a daily ritual and a divine mandate. Let me break it down from the dog couch. A sacred, slightly chewed-up, fur-blanketed arena where […]
It’s been hotter than a sidewalk hot dog cart in mid-July New York. The kind of heat that turns your eyebrows into tiny sweat dams and makes you question your life choices. Like why you didn’t just move to Iceland during the pandemic like you half-joked. So there […]
Let me tell you about my middle dog. The one who is neither the biggest nor the smallest, but is without question the smartest of the trio. He is a master of psychology, a subtle manipulator of moods, and a canine connoisseur of soft landings. He is what […]
Some people consult vision boards. Others call mentors. Me? I pitch my ideas to the dogs. It’s a sacred ritual. I pace the room, rambling some grand scheme or mildly delusional plan, and there they are—my panel of furry consultants. Middle dog, the unbothered philosopher, barely lifts his […]
My middle dog doesn’t fake the funk. He’s not trying to win “Most Friendly” at the pup park. He’s not wagging his tail for just anyone. He is who he is: a slightly grouchy, highly discerning, unapologetically real little guy with a face like “Don’t even.” And yet—he’s […]
Every morning, like clockwork, my middle pup stakes out the sun spot. You know the one — that little slice of golden warmth on the rug between the hours of 9:00 and 10:15. And every morning, he lies in it like he discovered electricity. He doesn’t care that […]
Some days, I work from home. Some days, I try to work from home. And some days, I resign myself to the fact that my dachshund is actually the one running the house. Because he will bark. At. Nothing. A speck of dust? Bark. A leaf that dared […]
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