If I’ve learned anything from losing Frankie, it’s that grief is unpredictable. Few of my reactions in the last few weeks were close to what I anticipated. The New Normal? I behaved very badly the first weekend, acting out. And I was bone tired for a while, wanting to sleep far more often than I…
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…