The Protection Racket

I wander into the bedroom and find Maisie, as per usual, curled up in a small, compact ball, her chin on the heap that is my standard t-shirt and cargo shorts, carelessly thrown there after our morning walk. Her sumptuous tail is wrapped around her, its tip grazing her nose. When she sees me, her …

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You Won’t Always Catch the Ball — Play Anyway

I am at the dog park with Maisie and we are waiting for her friend Buttons to arrive.  Or more accurately, I am waiting for Buttons to arrive. Maisie is taking turns barking first at Cash, a Border Collie considerably bigger than she is but not quite as fast, and a Shih Tzu-Yorkie (a Yorkzu? a Shihtzie?) …