Jennifer Boucher
Stories (2/0)
Dogged Determination
While I was in the hospital delivering my bundle of joy, my canine bundle of joy was at camp contracting the latest strain of influenza. I found the manner in which the staff at his former camp handled this to be less than professional and courteous and decided to shop around for a new camp for my dear Dodger.
By Jennifer Boucher2 years ago in Petlife
Buying Time
As the ferry made its way into the harbor and started to slow down, Dodger lifted his head and peered up at me, sensing the shift. I gazed back down at him, considering the days when we were nearly always at eye level. At almost 13 years old, he was no longer able to jump up onto the seat next to me as my first mate. Not that it was permitted by the Steamship Authority, but we were never much for rules anyway. He slowly made his way to his feet and searched for his next cue from me. "We're almost there sweetheart!" I assured him as I scratched behind his ears, lingering on the velvety tips.
By Jennifer Boucher2 years ago in Petlife