Posts in category Talking Paws

Moving Day, by Bitsy B...

Moving Day, by Bitsy Bitz

Everyone talks about The Move I don’t know what that is But it seems to involve boxes Lots of boxes My toys are missing Everthing smells different My people are tense very tense at times And tired More tired than I’ve seen them before It’s all about this Move I don’t like Moves I just […]

The Bitch of The W...

The Bitch of The Wait

I had a bad flare the other morning.  I realize that description is vague and in truth I don’t have words to describe what it means.  Everyday my body resists gravity.  And there are times I can’t join the family for dinner because I need to be laying down (flat with my feet up on […]

Both Sides ...

Both Sides Now

Melancholy M...

Melancholy Math

I slept with a stuffed animal tucked under my arm last night. I realize that may seem odd for a fifty-something lady, but I lost my last hairless blessing yesterday. She was eight and a half years old give or take a wagging tail.  I certainly thought we would have more time together. But cancer […]

I don’t look disabl...

I don’t look disabled?

Of Mice and ...

Of Mice and Men

We joke about living in a petting zoo because the critters outnumber the inmates in our primate habitat …. even when we don’t count the koi in the pond at the side of the house.  And its true, I do have a soft spot for the small world around me, be it beast, bird or brute. […]

Quietly Quantifying Qual...

Quietly Quantifying Quality

Our old dog Taco is winding down.  The home vet has checked in on her and we all trust we will know when it is time.  After all I’ve  been down this road before with another wise old Xolo.  Nonetheless yesterday I Googled a few articles on when to put your dog down and I […]

She’s Faking...

She’s Faking It

My hairless blonde pup has been limping on her front leg this week. Its not all that unusual as she has a bit of a deformed toe on that paw and she tends to be a bit sensitive on that side, a little bit more so this week as she’s been hopping/hobbling around on three […]

Coyote Runn...

Coyote Running

The sun was up but behind a thick layer of clouds.  It was cool for a California morning and the windows were open in the kitchen. I felt a cold breeze on my arms as I looked up from the sink and was surprised to see a coyote running in the middle of the street.  […]