I live in Lancaster, PA, with my husband, my pup Bear, and cats Sully and Theo. I have two daughters who are in college now, and I miss them every day. As compensation, I get at least one nest full of baby birds each spring.
I don’t want to say there’s a war on in my house, but Bear suffers from an in-your-face exuberance that cats find particularly offensive. Sully has made it his mission to remind Bear daily that 80 pounds of lab is no match for 8 pounds of cat.
I’m the worst kind of dog trainer because deep down, I applaud Bear’s enthusiasm, even when it pushes the limits of socially acceptable behavior. It just seems like such a precious and untenable thing, and I hate to see the world grind it out of him. It was hard to watch with my kids, too, the world at work, trimming and curbing them.
I recently found a report card among my parents’ things. It was from my favorite subject, English.