When I adopted my dog Honey, this extrovert had a fantasy. A fantasy of making lots of new friends with dogs. I have made lots of friends with dogs. Unfortunately, most of them live scattered around the country and even the world.
My dog Honey spent an hour watching us loading a truck. She daintily avoids walking under the stepladder in the foyer. And she barks when we’re upstairs but she can’t follow because of the plastic drop cloths on the stairs. How can we create calm in the middle of chaos for our dog. And for ourselves?
Now that I’ve been married more years than I was single (goodness, that’s a startling realization), I feel the right to judge the marriage advice columns I see online. The more I read them, the more I see good advice for living with dogs. Maybe it’s time to treat your dog like you’re married to her.