Part 2 of a 3-part series The following Thanksgiving, Jazzy seemed almost embarrassed to bring yet another soggy letter. “Again?” Kickie said, shaking her head. “These people are Mr. and Mrs. Fix-It! And why does this always happen during the holidays?” When I opened the letter it read, “Stairs in light well need replacing. We […]
Author: Susan Dyer Reynolds
Part 3 of a 3-part series Over the six years I lived below Mr. and Mrs. Fix-It, a lot happened in my personal life besides their relentless efforts to force me into unnecessary remodeling projects. My father passed away; two people stalked me; I was burglarized; and my beloved blue-eyed pit bull, Jazzy, got cancer […]
As a writer, I am a natural procrastinator. That’s why my best friend Steve comes in handy any time I need to finish a project — and when it comes to moving, calling it a project is an understatement. On Monday morning when Steve showed up, I was in no mood to start packing. “Let’s […]
Steve is my dog sitter, so it was important that Skylar meet the real ruler of his abode right away: a 15-year-old, 8-pound, rescued Himalayan cat named Alexii. When Steve adopted Blue as a puppy, it took a while for them to tolerate each other. Until this day, Blue has a bizarre obsession with Alexii […]
Hold on to me as we go As we roll down this unfamiliar road And although this wave is stringing us along Just know you’re not alone Cause I’m going to make this place your home — “Home,” by Phillip Phillips Not long after selling my condo on Buena Vista Avenue, I found out that […]
When I adopted Jazzy, I intended to buy pet insurance, but I kept putting it off. Then she needed TPLO surgery on her back left leg. It was $3,000. I decided there was no point in getting insurance at that point because her right leg surgery wouldn’t be covered due to the preexisting condition. That […]
Not only was swim therapy helping Skylar’s elbow dysplasia, she absolutely loved it. Whenever I got out her water collar and red rubber chicken (reserved for swimming only), Sky would run joyously to the door with a huge pittie smile on her face and that long, Eighth Wonder of the World tongue flapping from side […]