Pepper and I tried out the new frisbee on one of the first cool days of fall this week. The frisbee is square and looks kind-of like a flying squirrel when I throw it. I don’t know what possessed me…
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One cool grey morning a few weeks ago Pepper and I were out extra early with the frisbee. The grass was still wet with morning dew, and birds were greeting the day with their soft morning sounds. The baby…
It was an ordinary late afternoon. The big white van brought Peppy home from puppy playtime, but she wasn’t ready for the day’s fun to end. She grabbed her frisbee and enticed me outside. I was having fun and she…
When I picked up Pepper from puppy playtime yesterday, she didn’t have her usual cheerful demeanor. Maybe it was the heat – or maybe something else. “What’s up, Pep?” I asked. “I’m just tired,” she replied. “I don’t think you’re…
Pepper and I were sitting outside this afternoon, both of us hot. I had thrown the frisbee for her and walked around the yard, but my heart wasn’t in it. I finally sat down in the wrought iron chair on the…
Pepper and I were puttering around the yard late one afternoon when we found the lifeless body of a juvenile red tailed hawk at the base of a pine tree. High above, in that very tree, was the nest. I was…
One recent Saturday morning when I was out of town our lawn service came by. My husband let Pepper out while one of the men trimmed things up with a weed eater. She went berserk, my husband reported, attacking the…
It was my gift, not hers, wrapped in a pretty blue box and ribbon with lots of white tissue paper. Pepper found it on the dining room table and dismantled it while I was upstairs. I found most of the…
Pepper and I made an emergency visit to the vet the other day after she sniffed out part of a dark chocolate bar hiding in my husband’s briefcase and made short work of it. The vet initially gave her a…