This is not a rhetorical question. It came to mind because someone on Twitter this morning suggested linking #woofwednesday with #banpuppyfarming or #banpuppymills campaigns. For those not familiar with these weekly rituals, #woofwednesdays are a way to say hey to others in the dog tweeting community or to recommend them to others (the # indicates…
My dog, the trendsetter
As you’ll see in the next six weeks, as the video promos for AM I BORING MY DOG are posted, Frankie is a natural media star. I don’t doubt that he will soon be besieged by the puparazzi. But even in these pre-fame days, his opinion is already being sought after. After July 13, many…
Diabetic and loving it? Yes, says an Alaskan malamute
At first, she seemed like just another Twitter dog; great looking, I’ll grant, and with an exotic home base in Australia, but not otherwise distinguishable from the pack of tweeting pooches. She was a dog without a blog, unaffiliated with either a pet business or rescue organization. But a phrase in the short biography of…
The dog days of summer
I’ve focused far too often in recent posts on problems with our San Diego trip: the logistics of getting there, the illogistics of forgetting my camera, the public humiliation of pee collection… For the most part Sirius, the dog star — believed by the Romans to give off excessive heat in mid-summer, thus the negative…
What’s in a (Dog’s) Name?
Plenty. In my case it explains why I celebrate Frankie’s birthday on the 4th of July. Frankie is a rescue and he came prenamed, after the golf partner of his rescuer’s husband. Frankie’s not a duffer-type pup — although he has been known to pee on the greens at resort courses — but the name…
The pee strip chronicles: San Diego
Picture this. You are enjoying a relaxing drink, perhaps some appetizers, on the outdoor patio of McCormick & Schmick’s, an upscale seafood restaurant at the Omni San Diego in the trendy Gaslamp Quarter. You spot a small dog lifting his leg on a strip of grass flanking the sidewalk directly in front of you. Not…
A shaggy surf dog story
Here, at last, is my report on the Loews Surf Dog Competition. Sort of. It’s still more about my friend Clare, our dogs, Frankie and Archie, and a cast of supporting characters who became involved by sheer coincidence. *** So…Clare and I didn’t manage to get to the contest site, Imperial Beach, early enough to…
Our Doggies, Ourselves
I’m embarrassed to admit a key reason I haven’t yet blogged about the Loews Coronado Bay surf dog festival: I am photographically challenged. It’s not just that I tend to take lousy pictures; I also break nearly every camera I touch, even disposable ones. I’ve joked for years that my ex-husband, a photographer, put a…
Driving Mister Frankie
Surfing dogs…best friends and our best friends…dog-loving restaurants and hotels… There’s much to tell (and show), but the San Diego adventure begins with — what else? — the story of driving with my car-averse pup. The drugs The day before we were scheduled to leave, I tried Xanax, the latest vet prescription, on Frankie. It…
Car travel, Part 5: Why driving won out
I let my reservation on Southwest from Tucson to San Diego lapse because of: Money Part of it is my fault. I came up with the idea of flying too late to be eligible for the 14-day advance fares that ordinarily make the trip from Tucson to San Diego so appealing on Southwest. But no…