Unless you want to spend a few days in a green haze of noxious gas, do NOT feed your dog any turkey. No, not even if he gazes at you with big, pleading eyes. Consider yourselves warned. Unrelated: does anyone have any spare gas masks?
Luke and I have a new game, called “Where’s Your Breakfast?” In the morning when it’s time for him to be fed, I put on a very confused look and say, “Luke! Where’s your breakfast?,” as if I can’t find it. He then deploys his ears and comes running into the kitchen and over to [...]
I always thought we’d have two dogs. When we got Luke, we weren’t as adept as we are now with the whole dog thing. But once we learned the ropes a bit, and ever since, we talked about getting a second dog. It seemed only natural to have two. Luke could have a friend, they [...]