Blog Entries ( Tasha )

I’m busy writing away upstairs. Last time I looked, it was 4:00 in the afternoon. Suddenly, I hear my dog Tasha get up off the floor next to me, she shakes, she moves in closer, and I can feel her expectant stare right on me. It’s 5:45, and the dinner routine is about to start--just 15 minutes from can-opening time, and somehow ...

A few weeks ago, I fell down a flight of stairs in my house. I didn’t fall because Tasha, my four-year-old golden retriever, was in the way. I slipped and was lucky to have her at the bottom of the stairs, licking me and encouraging me to stand up. Once a frenzied puppy that I had rescued at eight-months, Tasha had settled down to become ...

I've often heard people refer to their dog as "my best friend." However, in my case, it's also the other way around. I am my dog's best friend. Being an only dog, and a  rescue, Tasha is so connected to me that's it's rare to see her following anyone else. Of course, she is my girl, and she loves me unconditionally. I never treat her badly. In fact, I've made ...

It's far less expensive to buy frozen meat bones from a butcher than from a pet store. I try to get my dog Tasha bones on Thursdays, when my local butcher has bones on tap. They come six to a pack, and cost only about $3.00. Compare that with the frozen bones at the pet store, and it's a real deal. The marrow alone is ...

I am fortunate to live across from the beach access to a fairly large lake. It’s great for me, and of course it’s wonderful for Tasha–especially in the summer. Dogs aren’t allowed in the lake until 6:00 in the evening, so we wait for the magic hour when she can get into the water. The problem is that my golden retriever doesn’t retrieve the balls that I ...