I’m at the beach and Pepper is at a farm near Ashland City for the weekend. It was awkward, but I called. I needed to talk. “How’re you doing Pep?” I asked. “Great!” she said. “This morning I wrestled with…
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Early yesterday morning, we were surprised by a vision of golden beauty at our front door. Pepper didn’t see it that way. She flung herself at the storm door with ferocious barks, woofs, and yips. The golden retriever smiled and panted,…
A hard rain came tearing through this afternoon, whipping everything outside into a hot frenzy of wet green. Pepper went crazy, and not with fear. She ran around the sunroom, herself a hot frenzy of black fur, barking at every…
The 5th of July is a great day to take a nap with your favorite toy, a squeaky mummy. Especially if it may be your birthday! (Since Pepper is a pup of uncertain parentage, we’re really just making a guess…
Each year, I feel utterly inadequate to Memorial Day. I feel that there is no way I can remember or honor the day in any way that is sufficient. I worry about this. I was thinking about it while Pepper…
Dear Pepper is growing up, which hurts my heart and makes me glad at the same time. She doesn’t need me quite as much as she used to. She’ll sniff around the yard now without her favorite friend right by her…
Pepper and I went out for a walk the other day. Though some of the local daffodils were starting to look a little tired, the cherry blossoms were proud and showy. We stopped frequently, checking out certain tufts of grass, mailbox posts,…
Pepper was bratting around the kitchen one cold day when I was trying to read. She couldn’t be content with anything – neither toy nor bone nor bed nor crate. I found myself equally out of sorts, though for a different reason….
Pepper and I had a heart-to-heart following her “graduation” from puppy training. We went with our trainer to PetSmart, where Pepper was supposed to demonstrate all she had learned in the last three months, including sit, stay, leave it, drop it,…