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…
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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…
It was the end of a long day. My husband and I had hosted a small function for our daughters’ school and had subsequently collapsed in front of the TV to decompress (“Men in Blazers”). I came into the kitchen…
The other day, Herb “re-screened” the wood floors in my kitchen. This involves chemicals and equipment. When he finished, Herb reminded me to stay off the floor for 5 days except in sock feet. That was a little longer than…
Pepper came home from puppy playtime the other day with a wet sticky spot on her leg and a small limp. “She’ll be fine,” said the kind and capable young woman who dropped her off. “I’m not sure what she…