Posted in Dog Lover, Father Time, I Hate Puppies

Italia was my Furry Best Friend – I Miss my Dog

This photo was taken on my 40th birthday, five years ago when my golden retriever sweetheart, Italia was just six-years-old.  It’s been over nine months since her passing and my family and I still miss her.  Thankfully, we are strong enough to reminisce and keep her memory eternal.

italia-and-donnaCaption posted on 9/23/2012 – “She’s my “42 year old” furry best friend, and she moves a little slower, barks a little less, listens harder, chases less, paces more, plays fairly, snores intensely, wags her tail all day/everyday, and loves limitlessly. She reassures me that middle age continues to bring so many gifts. I’m excited to lift the calendar page to enter a new decade of golden dreams!” Continue reading “Italia was my Furry Best Friend – I Miss my Dog”

Posted in Dog Lover, I Hate Puppies, Writing

Coming Soon: I Hate Puppies!

 

I Hate Puppies! is contemporary canine fiction told in first-person by an adult sheltie who lacks puppy love for his adopted sister, an obnoxiously cute golden retriever.  She moves in with the Lucchessi family when she’s eight-weeks-old and has been a pain in her brother’s tail ever since. Continue reading “Coming Soon: I Hate Puppies!”

Posted in Dog Lover, Wacky World, Writing

Should I build a website tonight? I’d rather drink cab, pet my puppy, and scrub my toilet…

Here’s all I have for this blog.

I am overwhelmed, friends.  I can’t get my thoughts straight.  Maybe it’s the Hashimoto’s. Maybe it’s the puppy.  Could be the thought of the wine I will reward myself with after my tasks are done this gorgeous Saturday. Continue reading “Should I build a website tonight? I’d rather drink cab, pet my puppy, and scrub my toilet…”

Posted in Dog Lover, Father Time, Teenagers, Writing

I Need More Time and Space: Part-Time Sunshine’s Summertime Dilemma

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I’m a high school English teacher and love summer break as much as my students do. Summer is for fun. Summer is the time to relax and recharge. Summer is socializing, exercising, and napping. Summer is the time to read more books. Summer is the time to write a book. Continue reading “I Need More Time and Space: Part-Time Sunshine’s Summertime Dilemma”

Posted in Dog Lover, Family, Shopping

Puppy Scams: ISO of Golden Retriever. Prefer a Female with Papers and a Heartbeat

I emailed that I wanted a female golden retriever.  You sent adorable pics, but your puppies’ coats were too ivory for my color palette.  

Cream dogs matter, but I need one to blend in with our flooring which is the color of fried chicken.  I hated to say no to your fluffy, mashed potato hued pups, but I want a golden retriever not a cream retriever. Continue reading “Puppy Scams: ISO of Golden Retriever. Prefer a Female with Papers and a Heartbeat”

Posted in Dog Lover, Health and Wellness, Inspiration, Running and Fitness

Thank You, Dear Dog, for Making me a Runner

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On January 18th, 2017, our golden retriever Italia suffered an unexpected and fatal heart attack.  Italia is the reason I became a runner, and three days after her recent death, I ran ten miles in honor of each year I had with her.  On February 18th, one month after she crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I ran another ten miles in tribute to her.   Continue reading “Thank You, Dear Dog, for Making me a Runner”

Posted in Dog Lover, Inspiration

Pay Attention: If someone is inattentive, show them you are there by dunking their flip-flops.

1.Greet people with a warm hello. No need to knock them over though. You would steal their flip flops and drop them in the pool if they ignored you.  That wasn’t very nice, but you made your point: Stop and say hi.   Continue reading “Pay Attention: If someone is inattentive, show them you are there by dunking their flip-flops.”

Posted in Dog Lover, Shadows and Black Clouds

We Miss you, Dear Dog: Goodbye to our Golden Girl, Italia.

img_9516She was my 10.5-year-old furry best girl. She moved a little slower, barked less, listened harder, chased less, and paced more, especially when given a bone that she carried, guarded, hid, found, savored, and so on. She snored intensely, like a drunken crew of grandpas dreaming of fishing trips.  Although she played less, she still wagged the feathers of her perfectly fluffy and pristine tail everyday.  More than any of that, our glory girl loved effortlessly, without limits.  Continue reading “We Miss you, Dear Dog: Goodbye to our Golden Girl, Italia.”