The first 30 days

It's been a full month since we brought Pip back home to the family. It seems our memories of him on Doggie Death Row have lasted longer than his own. He keeps his own counsel so it's hard to tell. When we brought him home, he had lost about 10 pounds while locked up for 2 weeks. He's now back to a healthy weight and then some. We're using treats as part of his behavior modification program and he's learning quickly that a) responding to us when he'd rather bark his fool head off is lucrative and b) we are indeed overjoyed to see strangers on the street.

More on this last part next time.

Tracks in the Snow

Early morning walk in the new snow leaving behind a little bit of ourselves. Apparently I drag my feet. The weather has been psychotic over the past few days - we've gone from warm, melting watery spring through beautiful snow showers and then down to the depths of the freezer - today's walk was a chilly 3 degrees above zero, and of course that meant not only stopping at every vertical object, but also a bonus pickup that I wasn't quite prepared for. We were both happy to get back inside today.

Who is Pip?

Pip is our dog.
We saved our dog.
Our dog tried to throw himself on the mercy of the City Animal Control. Fatal choice doggy.

This blog is about how we walk our dog on a daily basis. How he fits into our family. How much he means to us. It's a little mundane, it's a little tragic, and it's turning into a long story. So - it's worth it to us that we save the story as it develops.

Some day, we'll look back at all of this and shake our heads in wonder, but for now, we're content to have Pip back in the family, alive, furry and very well. (With the notable exception of head gear).