Six years ago, if someone had told me I was going to spend a future birthday at a dog trainer’s conference, I would laughed. Mirthlessly. I would have assumed it was a cruel joke. Six years ago, I spent my birthday crying because I had decided to give myself the gift of a rescue dog.…
How to find a good dog trainer, Part 1
After another bout of a mystery intestinal problem — apparently not related to his diabetes, fortunately, but still worrying — Frankie’s feeling much better, and expressing himself through enthusiastic doggie flatulence. It’s a good thing he’s little. And that I wasn’t planning any dinner parties. So, as promised, I’m beginning my series on how to…