Tabby Time: Adjusting to a New Family Member

Tabby in the red “hut” Three weeks ago today Tabby came into our lives. Nothing’s been the same since. Life with Tabby continues to be a series of adjustments. Mostly in regards to our time. Here’s what I mean: Mealtime The first week I kept Tabby shut away in a spare room. She had her bowl for food and another for water, and I’d make my rounds in the mornings and afternoons to feed her, Murph, and Mr. Meow. But we let her out during week two to roam the house freely. She quickly found Mr. Meow’s bowl. He used … Continue reading

Stinky Pinky

Several months ago, we received a phone call from my sister, the animal advocate. She had temporary custody of a white female boxer. The dog was approximately three to four years old, was overused for breeding purposes, and had been physically abused. Would we be interested in adopting her? She knew our circumstances. I had an older poodle when the boys came to live with us. She was my mom’s dog and when my mother passed away she transferred her emotional dependence to me. She was not a child’s dog in any way. Prissy was a miniature apricot poodle, advanced … Continue reading