Category: ex-husband

Banana Split

Posted in bananas, coffee, coffee break, dogs, ex-husband, GERD, Medicare, memoir, reflux disease, ZumbaLeave a comment

(re-run) Every day at 10:30ish I have my morning coffee break.  I’ve done my Zumba class, wished everyone a happy birthday on Facebook, and exercised my dogs. One gets a neighborhood walk. The other gets a ball-throwing session. Daisy is seven and has never been trained to walk nicely. If I have an extra body,… Continue reading Banana Split

How to Get your Dog to Come to You

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(re-run) On a recent meet-up hike, there were four small dogs with 15 or more people. One person was saying how hard it was to get his one-year-old dog to come to him. I remembered back to one of the many dog training sessions I’ve attended in my life – training Tess, the spaniel/heeler, Penny,… Continue reading How to Get your Dog to Come to You

How to Get your Dog to Come to You

Posted in animal rescue, animal training, California, commands, dog training, dogs, ex-husband, memoir, party, pet, praise, treatsLeave a comment

(re-run) On a hike the other day, there were four small dogs with fifteen or more people. One person was saying how hard it was to get his one-year-old dog to come to him. I remembered back to one of the many dog training sessions I’ve attended in my life – training Tess, the spaniel/heeler,… Continue reading How to Get your Dog to Come to You

Banana Split

Posted in bananas, coffee, coffee break, dogs, ex-husband, GERD, Medicare, memoir, reflux disease, ZumbaLeave a comment

(re-run)Every day I have my morning coffee break at 10:30ish.  I’ve done my Zumba class, wished everyone a happy birthday on Facebook, and exercised my dogs. One gets a neighborhood walk. The other gets a ball-throwing session. Daisy is seven and has never been trained to walk nicely. If I have an extra body, she… Continue reading Banana Split

How to Get your Dog to Come to You

Posted in animal rescue, animal training, California, commands, dog training, dogs, ex-husband, memoir, party, pet, praise, treatsLeave a comment

On a hike the other day, there were four small dogs with 15 or more people. One person was saying how hard it was to get his one-year-old dog to come to him. I remembered back to one of the many dog training sessions I’ve attended in my life – training Tess, the spaniel/heeler, Penny,… Continue reading How to Get your Dog to Come to You

Banana Split

Posted in bananas, coffee, coffee break, dogs, ex-husband, GERD, Medicare, memoir, reflux disease, ZumbaLeave a comment

Every day about this time I have my morning coffee break (it’s 10:30).  I’ve done my Zumba class, wished everyone a happy birthday on Facebook, and exercised my dogs. One gets a neighborhood walk. The other gets a ball-throwing session. Daisy is seven and has never been trained to walk nicely. If I have an… Continue reading Banana Split

Sheltering in Place at the Beach

Posted in animal rescue, beach, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dogs, editors, ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, girl friends, grocery store, Iditarod, memoir, social distancingLeave a comment

I just got back from the grocery store. It’s 9:30 a.m.  I saw maybe a total of fifteen people, and that includes workers. I was the youngest shopper in there, and I’m two months away from Medicare.  Everyone had on masks. I wore my gloves and took them off only to open up the produce… Continue reading Sheltering in Place at the Beach

Saying Good-bye to the Family Dog

Posted in animal training, attitude, brother, California, college, Dachshund, dating, daughter, divorce, dog training, doggie door, dogs, eulogy, ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, fame, family, hiking, memoir, moving, relationships, sister, trainer2 Comments

My son got a puppy on his twelfth birthday, a miniature dachshund, red in color.  He wanted to name him Schnitzel. Somehow he ended up with the name Wiener Dog. Nobody called him that except the vet. To the rest of us he was Wienie.  This made for some hilarious comments: Time to take Wienie… Continue reading Saying Good-bye to the Family Dog

OCD and Me

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I often dream about finding a public bathroom to use right before I wake up. It’s because I have to pee. Two nights ago I dreamed I was in a crowded restaurant and when I went into the bathroom, there were tables in there with groups of women seated around them. I stood at the… Continue reading OCD and Me

OCD Dreams

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(re-run) I often dream about finding a public bathroom to use right before I wake up. It’s because I have to pee. Two nights ago I dreamed I was in a crowded restaurant and when I went into the bathroom, there were tables in there with groups of women seated around them. I stood at… Continue reading OCD Dreams