It’s Not You, It’s Me.

A few weeks ago, when I was having a particularly rough morning all on my own (without any help from Maisie) we encountered another dog on our morning walk. We were on a section of the trail that stretches long and straight, with a decent site line, and I could see the dog from pretty …

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Travels With Maisie, Part One

Maisie and I are at the intersection of Champa and 17th Avenue in downtown Denver and we are both a little shell-shocked by the traffic and the noise and the people and the commotion. Maisie is a well-traveled dog — Colorado is the 19th state she has visited — and I am no rube, having …

In Which Maisie Shares her Joy of Running

Maisie and I are going for a run together. If this statement conjures up a Madison Avenue image of dog-and-owner-running-together — Maisie trotting happily beside me on a lovely wooded trail while I bound along like a gazelle, my pony tail swish-swish-swishing behind me in time to our footsteps, my outfit perfectly coordinated, my cheeks sporting …