I’m sitting on the couch with Harley curled up at my side, snoozing away. The Keith Jarrett Trio’s cover of …

A few months ago my dear friends gave me the best gift possible: my own set of keys to their …

I shouldn’t be amused by this, but I am. I won’t win any Mother of the Year awards for telling …

Helen is in love. Hopelessly devoted to a boy who doesn’t even know she’s alive. Every night, she waits for …

When I was a kid, I played in the dirt—a lot. Like many kids, I enjoyed drawing figures in the …

The modern family unit is complex and often includes members not connected by blood or marriage. Same-sex parents, grandparents raising …

I should be working. But who can resist two dogs playing tug o’ war with a banana? Helen loves her …

Admit it. You talk to your dog. And he talks back. Harley and I have full conversations about important things …

I like things that are worn, soft and comfortable. Of my sizable t-shirt collection, my favorites are those that have …

Visiting a client for the first time often provides plenty of new experiences. But on rare occasions, those visits revive …

I went to visit Gothic Eleanor of Aquitaine today. Ellie is an eight-year old English Mastiff with a significant underbite …

One of the great joys of my job is that I get to spend my days with a rotating cast …

I hate mornings. And, no, hate is not too strong a word. I fight the same battle every day. The …

Harley was grieving. Travis passed on Saturday morning and all weekend he seemed withdrawn. He was scheduled to visit the …

During my therapy dog classes, I teach two concepts that can be difficult to balance: be a leader and trust …