Month: November 2015

Daisy, the family dog


“Daisy is our second dog.

We call her crazy Daisy.

She is two and still acts like a puppy.

We got Obi, our first dog, before our kids came along, so he was like our first child.

When Obi passed away a few years ago, it was a family decision to put him down. He was suffering. He was fourteen.

When it came to death we didn’t sugar coat it.

At the time, our oldest was eleven, middle was nine, and our youngest was three.

They took it pretty bad, but they understood it in the long run.  It was a valuable lesson for them to learn.

Obi’s favorite treat was Pringles potato chips. When it was time to put him down we all had a final meeting with him and gave him a tin of Pringles.

As hard as it was, it was helpful that we all said goodbye.

We waited for a year before we jumped back in.

We had a family vote and decided it was time to get another dog.

We went to the A.S.P.C.A. They had some puppies available and

whichever was the gentlest with our four year old fit the bill.

Daisy is the kids dog, whereas Obi was our dog.

We are a lot more relaxed with Daisy than with Obi–kind of like second child syndrome.

It’s like having another sibling for them, without the pain.

It’s been great. She’s great with kids. She’s never snarled or growled.

We can take a ball or food out of her mouth and she wouldn’t bat an eyelid.”

Otis, the long haired Dachshund and Miles, the short haired dachshund


“I was very apprehensive about dogs because I had cats.

Now I love dogs, too.

They were my husband’s dogs before I met him.

Otis is mellow.

Miles is neurotic.

We went to a swimming hole upstate in New Paltz and they thought we were leaving them behind, so Miles jumped in the water and tried to catch up with us.

Swimming wasn’t in his nature so he submerged like a missile.  He panicked and began to drown.  My husband had to rescue him.

I think our scariest moment was with Miles. He took off at 1:00 in the morning and ran across first CPW and then Columbus Avenue. He just decided he wanted to go home.

It’s crazy have two dachshunds and a baby.

Otis is more tolerant. He thinks he’s the baby’s mother.

Miles thinks the baby is a dog. He growls at him like he’s one of his pack.

Having dogs is hectic.

When we travel, we accommodate them. We drive instead of flying.

They are part of the family.

We’ve dealt with feeding and walking schedules, illness, pain, tolerance, not panicking in medical situations and being puked and pooped on.

Having dogs prepared us for having a baby.”


Teddy, the show stopper


“Teddy has been a phenomenal dog.

I took another dog first, but I couldn’t train him.

I got a trainer, and the trainer brought the dog back after one day and said, “this dog can’t be trained.”

Teddy is a show stopper on the street. Everyone wants to pet him.

One guy wanted to borrow him to pick up chicks.

He became an instant celebrity with the New York Times publicity.

People who knew us called from all over, even California.

They said, “he’s a celebrity.” Of course those people were from Beverly Hills.

But, don’t let Teddy fool you.

He may look warm and fuzzy, but he is a ferocious watch dog. It’s his nature.

The nomads used Tibetan Terriers as guard dogs for their cattle.

They have a keen sense of smell and hearing. Above and beyond the average dog.”

Rotini, the cheerleader


” My wife wanted a dog.

We followed AMA on Instagram and saw they rescued a pregnant dog.

Rotini is one of the puppies from the litter.

She is our first dog as grown ups.

Last week she pee’d on another dog’s head.

Thank God, everyone laughed.

I think she is half kangaroo.

She jumps on a table without a chair.

She likes to tuck herself under the covers and sleep with us.

She loves to dress up.

Her favorite outfit is her New England cheerleader dress, which she wears every Sunday.”





Max, the dachshund


The dog we had before Max died.

He was paralyzed for ten years. He was a dachshund too. He barked and could bite, but he loved us.

My wife was sad.

We waited a year and got Max.

Max is a sweet dog. He likes other dogs and most people.

I think dogs are fantastic. They give you love. They get you out of your lonely world.

They get you up to go to the park in the morning.

Without a dog, I wouldn’t go to the park in the morning.

They are good for old people.

They make you live longer.




Sabrina and Lazarus

FullSizeRender-7FullSizeRender-8Sabrina is about eight and Lazarus is about seven.

They  were both rescues. We wanted a companion for our last lab, and we found Sabrina on a rescue site. She is from New Orleans.

Her personality was not that of a lab, so we had her DNA tested and she is 0% lab.

She is Belgian Shepherd, Beagle and terrier. Apparently, when you combine those things it looks like a small American lab.

After our lab died we got Lazarus as a companion for Sabrina.

Lazarus was found on Dead Dog Beach in Puerto Rico. He was almost dead, hence his name.

The Sato Project saved him. They try to save all the dogs from Dead Beach.

They save the ones that are adoptable and send to them to the U. S.

We got Lazarus at the end of July.

He still stands backward in the elevator staring at the wall.

I think Lazarus makes us slow down, so we meet a lot of people.

Sabrina will do anything for a treat, so we know most of the doormen in the neighborhood that give out treats.

She likes to stand on her hind legs and put her front paws on the counter when we go shopping.

Paper Source is her favorite store.









The joy of responsibility


We got Jazz because we lost our last dog, Miles.

Dogs bring an extra sense of love, compassion and a sense of responsibility.

 it’s given my whole family a sense of somebody or something that needs our help all the time.

I am most responsible for Jazz, and my family would say that too.  It’s a good responsibility, in that you

know that you are on a schedule of doing things, and all that stress that you have built up during the day washes

away when you take care of the dog.

It’s different having a female dog than a male dog, after all these years. She listens more than any of my male dogs did.

 Jazz acts like a typical dog. In addition to loving, and having fun with other dogs she loves being around humans.

There was more uniqueness about our last dog, Miles.

In short, Miles was a cat stuck inside of a dogs body. He would much rather stay at home than go outside and mingle.

But, he loved his family.





Hugo, my first dog


Hugo, as in Victor Hugo, the writer, is my first dog.

I wanted to have a dog from the age of five, but my parents don’t like animals.

I got him when I was twenty seven with my boyfriend.

That was two years ago.

We just got married.

Hugo brought so much joy to our relationship. He helped me realize what a kind partner my husband is.

He walks Hugo, and is very loving towards him.

When he bathes him he is very gentle with his feet.

Our jobs are so serious and New York is so serious. Hugo is pure joy and silliness.

I don’t really think he’s unique, I just think he’s a really good dog.

He’s playful, sweet, caring, and good-hearted.

He’s just really into loving us.

Ellie, the Fashion Namesake


Her name is Ellie Baker from Current Elliot jeans and Fiorentini & Baker boots.

She has lived up to her name.

She is a fashionable dog.

She has Farrah Fawcett Hair, is tall and lanky.

The breeder said I would get stopped on the street all the time with her.

If I had a quarter for every time I was stopped, the non-profit I work for would be doing great.

Mary and Lulu


From the time she was a puppy, she was a Lulu.

She started by jumping on the dining table and peeing on it. I couldn’t figure out how she even got up there, but she did.

She has no shame, whatsoever. She looked me right in the eyes, proudly, as though she were saying, “yes, that was me. Isn’t it great, I just left you a gift!”

I was too stunned to even correct her.

It’s always something.

Last night when I went to sleep, she was in her bed, next to mine. She knows she’s not allowed on my bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night and she was curled up on the corner of my bed. I pretended not to notice and let her stay.

In the morning, just before sunrise, she heard me shifting around, thinking I might be waking up, so she quietly scurried off my bed and curled up in her own, thinking I was none the wiser.

That’s my Lulu.