Foxy

She is curled at my feet, nose tucked beneath her tail. Right now she is peaceful, worn out from our after-dinner walk in which she had a chance to run free through the woods. When she emerged with a rabbit’s leg, severed from the rest of the body, stripped of flesh save the furry foot,…

My last day at my job was August 18, and the very next morning, I left Minneapolis for a 6,000-mile road trip. I’m two weeks in, and am having such a good time I’ve decided to never get a job again. I will buy a camper and live in KOAs around the country until the…

About a month ago, I stubbed my toe so mightily I broke it. This is not an unusual occurrence for me. I suppose I walk with a lot of force? And into things? Is there honestly a better explanation for why one frequently stubs toes? Last night, I was heading to the living room to…

HERE IS THE BACKSTORY: Back in mid-June, I got pink eye — or if I want to sound older than a fourth grader, conjunctivitis. It was gross and ugly and uncomfortable and all of those things that you remember your childhood pink eye to be. I looked like I had been crying all the time,…

This is the last week of Foxy’s trial run with Solid Gold food, and I’m happy to report that she’s continued to eat every single day. The past two days, she’s finished her bowl both in the morning and in the evening – and while she’s no Annie Parsons (breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner,…

I’m almost two months into my time in Minneapolis, and a thought keeps surfacing: did I make the right decision? Because I didn’t just move here – I moved here. I quit my job and took another one. I sold my house and bought another one. I drove everything I own across the country, moved…

If you know me even a little bit, you know that Foxy is my favorite thing in this whole world. For as much as a dog can fill the role, she’s the love of my life. So it breaks my heart to know that she is sad. This transition has been rough on my pup….

Some seasons can’t be wrapped up into compact little blog posts. So let’s just pretend that I haven’t not written here for a while – at least anything of substance – and catch up free-form. Like a meandering conversation – but with me talking into a megaphone (everyone’s dream). We’ll start with the most important…

Back in December, a natural gas leak was discovered in the crawl space beneath my house. The inspector from Xcel told me that it wasn’t urgent, and that I could have it repaired at my leisure (pronounced “lehh-zhure” in my mind). So this past Friday, I finally had someone come take a look. He shut…

It’s no secret that I think Foxy is the best dog in the entire world. I love her more than anything I’ve ever had. She is smart and snuggly and intuitive, loves to walk as much as I do, and is all around just the most wonderful little companion. But no one is perfect. Foxy’s…