Pressing On

My sweet little Annie is keeping me busy and on my toes. At thirteen weeks old now, she is pure puppy. Is it weird that I think we have a lot in common? We both love the morning, we wake up obnoxiously cheerful and so excited to see anyone that will talk to us. We love to eat and scarf down our food at record speed, causing unattractive belching and or hiccups. Going out for a walk is the highlight of our day because we hope to meet some new people( Ok this it where we are different, I do not feel the need to sniff people to say hi). And we both chase our tail and have no idea what to do with it when finally catch it. Then we crash around 8:00 pm, wake up at 5:00 am only to do it all over again. So aside from our age and a few other important factors, we do have a few things in common.  I was thinking about this as I was chasing her around our bedroom while she had one of my socks in her mouth. Though she thinks this a fun game it drives me crazy how she gets under our bed, just out of

I headed  out for a quick run the other morning and as I was about to hit the corner, a large pick up truck turned toward me rather quickly and I saw its front, left tire spin off the wheel and roll down the intersecting street. The driver seemed to be unaware and I was trying to get his attention to let him know. As if he couldn't  tell he just lost the front wheel of his truck which would also cause him to lose control and drastically change his course.  I continued running in the direction that the truck had just come from. I could smell the burning rubber from the tire and I saw bits and pieces of the tire along the way. I was surprised how long the trail of rubber crumbs went. It must have been at least a quarter of a mile, maybe longer. At one point a saw a huge chunk of rubber with tightly wound thread and steel that was meant to keep it all together. It  had come unraveled and ripped away causing all kinds of damage and ultimately the dismantle of the tire. What was interes

I knew it would just be a matter of time before we got another dog. It has been a little over a year since we had to put Molly, our lovable yellow lab down and I have missed her so much. Growing up with a dog and having a dog in the home most of my adult life, it has been so quiet in the house without one. We had various reasons to wait as you can imagine over this past year. Between moving across country , traveling back and forth, not wanting to train a puppy in the snow and then of course moving again. Now that we are feeling settled in our new home in Boston, it was time. Although, I was beginning to get a little obsessive and become highly meticulous toward our new place. You know, keeping the place clean and then freaking out that granola crumbs got on the floor. Or, I had just fluffed the cushions on the sofa or wiped down the sink and someone flatted those cushions out and splashed water all over the counter and mirror. A dog would only add to that anxiety, especially with the