I had my first child and my first puppy in close proximity of each other. The puppy was a female mongrel of eight weeks, the child a female toddler of sixteen months. And the novel I was working on at the time was about twelve months old. That is, I’d been writing it for the [...]
A couple of days ago my twelve-week-old puppy, Bruno, had a bit of a trauma. Well, a lot of a trauma. It happened at the vet’s, where I took him for what was supposed to be a normal, innocuous doggy jab. But within half a minute of receiving it, the poor little thing went all [...]
This is not going to be one of my usual posts. My dog has died. No other way of saying it. I don’t like ‘passed away’. That’s a useless euphemism. My dog has died. Just two days ago. She’s gone, but I don’t know where. I don’t know if there’s a doggie heaven, or if [...]
Wendy Skorupski 