[Written in the summer of 2006, in the three-week period I was trapped in the kitchen with a new puppy who had separation anxiety. Posted May 20, 2009]
"Belle Weaver is flying into the nation's capital today to receive an award for saving a family member's life… Stories such as hers, of heroism and quick thinking, are always inspiring. But this one has a twist, and not just because Belle is 3 years old. You see, Belle Weaver is a beagle. She used her owner's cellphone to call 911." (Washington Post, 6/19/06)
“I want a mobile,” said Lucy, my four-month old puppy. “Oh, right,” I retorted, “like you’re gonna use a mobile to save my life. You’ll just be chatting with all the pups in the neighborhood, costing me a fortune.” She looked at me solemnly, then sprang up in crazy leaps to lick my face. “I can order pizza,” she said, between slurpy dog kisses. “I’ll think about it,” I muttered, as she snuggled into my lap, utterly adorable.