We are besotted, so in love with our little dogs that we often call them by special lovey-dovey names. You know, “Sweetie-Pie” and the like, as well as more unusual ones. Misha and Grisha are two black Scottish terriers. Here are some of our strange-but-true nicknames for them, Misha being the elder and Grisha being…
Misha and Grisha, our Scottish Terriers with the Russian names (don’t judge me), have a thing for security. They fit beautifully with our family, willing to defend us to the death. Such friends or bodyguards are difficult to find these days. Anyway, they have an obsession with “securing the perimeter”. A wayward squirrel that dares…
Misha and Grisha, the family Scottish terriers, are playful pups. Frequently they’ll stroll over to one of us, throw us a body slam, and insist that we play with them. If that doesn’t work, they find one of their toys and toss it at our feet. Naturally, we drop everything and tussle with the two. …
Our two dogs have a full and rich life. Unfortunately, I get the feeling that they are rich at my expense. The two think they can get anything they want, anytime they want. Perhaps they’ve been talking with the kids. The thing is, the Scotties have this entire mentality where they feel that they are…
Our younger Scottie, Grisha, has a thing for coffee or tea. It just depends where. When Benedetto passes out late at night in a chair, his cup of tea nearby, Grisha will stand on an armchair, put his paws on the sidetable and take some luxurious laps from the cup. He thinks he’s entitled. Same…
It’s not difficult to prevent bad things from happening to your pets over the holidays. Just don’t pass out on the couch after too much turkey, when vets tend to be closed. Emergency animal hospitals over the holidays can be interesting places. Been there, done that. I’ve most likely told you before about our family…
I should really sleep more and think less. It’s at night when the what-ifs of life seem to strike. Could I be doing more, helping more, trying harder, adopting more, working smarter, being nicer, taking on extra… when I’ve already got so much going on? Are these normal thoughts that dance in the dreams of…
It’s harvest time here. Well, not exactly “here” in the city, but out and about in places where farms and crops are de rigeur. Our family decided to embark on a little journey to the “country” in search of apples and pumpkins. There, in the modest hills, trees were already starting to change color. The…
There was a time when I had no dogs and no children. Unlike many, we were not “trying” for children… we were “trying” for dogs, believe it or not. Long before we had our own plane and pilot, we found that commercial airlines were not all that user-friendly for those intending to fly several times…
You have read about our invisible struggles with supposed dust mites, or the scratching of our dogs due to allergies. I believe we were misdirected. More pedestrian than imagined, I now think that our problem is… fleas. Not that it’s our problem. It’s Misha and Grisha’s plague, our Scottish Terriers of Perpetual Scratching. When it’s…
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