• A call for help

    Dear Dog Whisperer, I need your help. My dog, Max, may be possessed by Satan. There are a number of reasons why I have come to this conclusion. What happened this morning is a perfect example. When I took him outside he ran as fast as he could into the street. I was half asleep after waking up at 4 a.m. to a 2-year-old screaming to watch Dora. (Can you also refer me to a whisperer for her too?) At this point, I was in pajamas with mascara on my face.  We’re not talking pajamas you would see at Victoria’s Secret. I had on a pair of old sweat shorts…

  • House Training

    “Did he pee?” “Mom, did he pee?” “He peed?” “Oh man, really? He peed again?” These are common questions nowadays in my house. Why? We have a puppy. I have days when I wish I could put on a puffer vest , hop in a DeLorean and relive the day we decided to bring this dog home. Don’t get me wrong, I love animals. I grew up with dogs and it was such a joy. Of course it was. I didn’t take care of the pets. I played and snuggled with our dogs. Our cat curled up in my bed at night until it ran away. When that cat disappeared…