I’m sitting at my desk filling out next week’s dog walking schedule when Fleegle comes in from outside, sits next to me and stares. I glance at the wall clock. “It’s not time for your dinner yet. It’s only 3:30.” “But I’m hungry, Raud, really hungry. I think I might be starving. I bet it... Continue Reading →

Fleegle and I are in the car waiting for a red light to change. Riding shotgun, Fleegle lets out a very loud bark that makes me cover my ears. “Ouch. What are you barking at?” He stares ahead intently. “That man.” I look where he’s looking, but see no one. “What man?” “That man in... Continue Reading →

I’m cooking my breakfast in the kitchen when Fleegle trots in from the backyard. “Feeling better, I see,” I say. “Absolutely.” “I bet that’s the last time you’ll be eating duck treats.” “I’m not so sure that’s what made me sick. They were pretty tasty. It might’ve been something else,” he says, hopefully. “What else... Continue Reading →

Fleegle is curled up on the den couch. “I don’t feel so good.” “For a chocolate dog, you look mighty green. Is that grass stuck in your front teeth?” I pull it out for him. “So much for your duck treats, eh? Did you throw up?” He nods. “By the back gate near the garbage... Continue Reading →

“Look, Raud, a stork with a baby,” Fleegle shouts from his seat on the couch where he has a view of the backyard through the den window. A seagull carrying a Subway sandwich wrapper in its beak flies by. “Not big enough,” I say. A little while later, he asks, “What about them? They’re huge.”... Continue Reading →