I resisted writing about Bella because she is so difficult to describe. If Nia was my dog, and Trooper is my husband’s dog, then Bella is Trooper’s dog. He was delighted we brought him a puppy. She was given to us full of fleas and anxiety. It took her two full years to gather up…
Trooper was given to us as an “oops.” He was supposed to be a Rottweiler, but the Black Lab next door got to his mama first. He was an absolutely adorable puppy: Which was a good thing, because one day during the velociraptor stage I texted my husband and told him we were having hot dogs…
Cold rain and wind washed over my face when I arrived at my 6am Nia dance class. It was February, and a storm had blown in overnight. This day, an unattractive small black dog huddled on the front porch, clearly trying to stay dry. I assumed it had become frightened by the thunder and dug…