Our Yorkie Libby is always giving interesting life lessons. The other day, she showed us how to love unconditionally—even if the object of affection is smelly, mangled, and…well, disgusting. Libby has a pile of plush doggie toys placed in an old cat bed on a trunk at the end of our mattress. In it lays […]
It’s a neighborhood skirmish unlike any I’ve seen, so steeped in tension and anger, the rest of us are reeling. Randy and I have tried to broker peace several times, only to have it break down. If we don’t intervene soon, I’m scared things could get ugly. Yes, a family of goldfinches has moved […]
Okay, her name’s really Libby, but the song from “The Sound of Music” still applies. She’s a darling, a demon, and a lamb. Before adopting this dog, we were warned: terriers are scrappy, feisty, willful little creatures. My husband Randy and I had chuckled. How hard can she be? (Warning: this is not for […]
Who knew? Libby’s a Yorkie/Papillion terrier-mix with emphasis on TERRIER. Apparently, these dogs were bred in England to go down badger, rabbit, and fox holes. This explains a lot. Libby’s wily, fast, and takes no prisoners. In fact, we’ve had her two months and here are 6 sentences I never thought I’d hear myself utter… […]
