You don’t own me…

… Oh, wait, you do, your dog might say, if she were inclined towards philosophical musings. But does that mean you can — and should — try to change everything about me that you don’t like? Those questions came to mind — mine, not Frankie’s, at least as far as I can tell — after…

36 Hours in Tucson: Canine Edition, Part 1

Sometimes I’m way ahead of the curve. For example, I’ve been blogging about doggie dental care since the beginning of this month, well in advance of the designated Pet Dental Month, February. (Of course, I’m not big on designated months; see November Is Pet Diabetes Month: Oh the Irony). Sometimes I’m far behind it. On…

Reconsidering Raw

I know, I can get up on a soapbox. And, hey, that’s what blogs are for. But I’ve also been known to step down from mine if I find a good reason for doing so. I’d like to report I’ve made tentative steps towards soapbox descent on the topic of raw feeding. I argued in…

Pride & Prejudice: Doggie Dental Version

Corneal ulcers, periodontal disease, diabetes…  sometimes it’s hard to separate the dog from the health problems.  Or, I should say, my emotional reactions to the problems from Frankie’s far more laissez-faire attitude. I’m thinking in particular of my first experience getting Frankie’s teeth professionally cleaned, which I introduced a couple of posts ago. The Trauma…

Why Frankie won’t be BARFing

I like to be open minded. That’s why I gave Jim McBean at DoggyBytes a forum for his advocacy of raw feeding the other day. But I’m not convinced its benefits outweigh its risks and here’s why: Dogs are no longer living in the wild. Yes, they are equipped for eating raw meat. So are…

Ulcers, mine & Frankie’s

Today was the day I was going to tidy my house and to teach myself social media, to Digg and Stumble my way into the blogosphere and wave at my tech savvy pals via Google. This was not to be. First, I decided that I’d really better take Frankie to the vet. His eye has…

The Ritz, Redux

I promised to continue my story of staying with Frankie at the Ritz-Carlton, Dove Mountain, so I will, but I’m not quite sure how it ends: Frankie’s eye, which has been bothering him ever since the trip to the groomer to gussy him up for his debut at the posh property, is little improved.  It…