You’re on a diet, Ellie B

My dear wife Karen took our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B to the vet last week for her scheduled shots, check-up and nail clipping. I had a late meeting at the library, but managed to squeeze into the examination room before it was all over. Yes, despite my increased walking routine in the park and…

A painful boo boo for Ellie B

I had to take Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle to the vet the other day. After that frigid spell and a frozen backyard at the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, my dear wife Karen and I noticed that our beloved rescue mutt hopped back up to the back porch and trotted…

The vet’s just like a doctor to a dog, right?

I spend half my life humanizing Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. I admit it. Our beloved rescue mutt is so dang smart. If she could talk she’s freely engage my dear wife Karen and I in conversation each night about the shows we watch, the Mets games. She’d discuss the merits of wine vs. beer…

No, not that kind of pound, Dogamous Pyle

Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, had her regular check-up at the vet’s yesterday afternoon. I marched her up on the scale, and she sat pretty still, as far as big rescue mutts in the vet’s office go. The nice lady behind the desk asked me the verdict, and I read out, “77 pounds.” Then we…