My Memoir by Watson – Chapter 4

I feel sorry for the cats. They don’t get to go to puppy school. It’s epic. Six dogs sit around a room and wait for the lady with the treats to start handing them out.

My Memoir by Watson – Chapter 3

I’ve been living in the fast lane. Or at least I’ve been spending hours and hours in the car. Every time we go out, we go twice, and we always end up back at home. I like home. It’s where my bones are. And my bed. And socks.

My Memoir by Watson – Chapter 2

It’s been all go these past two weeks — going on the kitchen floor, on the living room floor, on the hall floor, and occasionally on the grass.

My Memoir by Watson – Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night… when, with a good deal of whining and wailing, my mother gave birth to nine of us. Gone were the cosy days of compact living in a snug sac. I was licked off by a rough tongue then flipped over for a quick check of my private parts. Turns out I’m one adorable son of a bitch.

Live and Let Fly

My newly-awakened respect for all life posed an awkward question: would I have been equally willing to help a wasp? Or would the fact that those yellow-legged scoundrels are endowed with a wicked sense of humour have prevented me from offering bed and breakfast to such a dude in need? Hmm.

The Unexpected Dilemma of a Sick Rescue Dog

For any other rescue dog owners out there, this story might be worth bearing in mind if your own dog falls sick.