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January 1, 2012

Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012

Another year has passed. I can’t believe it. Just like that, it’s January of a brand New Year! Wow.

As Gretchen and I finished up last week (aka 2011) we sat down for a moment to reflect upon the previous year (last blog) and look ahead to some big changes in 2012.

Big changes!

I’m pleased to announce that Wags n’ Words is expanding its operations this year. Not only will we continue to walk dogs as we have for the past three years, but we’re moving into Pet Sitting as well. In addition, Gretchen’s going to take her massage skills on the road (so to speak) and while she’ll continue to work (and love every minute of it) at Wellsprings K9, she’s also setting up shop to come to your house (well, if you live in the area) to massage your dog.

And if you have the need, she can do all three at once — walk your dog, massage your dog, and stay at your house to take care of your dog (and perhaps other animals) while you’re away!

Okay, I have to admit I’m exhausted thinking about it all, but Gretchen assures me she can handle it.

So, if you have any interest in any of these services check out our new Rates and Services page for all the de-tails! Of course, we can only pet sit at one house at a time so get your bid in early!

In addition, to the left of this blog you’ll find a calendar. We’ll post times we have available and times we are booked. If you see a date with an underline, it means we’re booked (looks like this: 13). But if it’s not underlined, then we probably have an opening. Give us a call or send an email to make certain. I have a feeling we’re gonna book up fast!

I’m kind of excited about the new changes because it means that I’ll get to meet new dogs, new people, and benefit from all the massage experience Gretchen will be getting. I mean, she’s good at what she does, but I bet the more dogs she works with, the more I’ll benefit. Don’t ya think?

2011 ended with a pack (as opposed to a bang). We took care of Monty over the holidays and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, our good friend Quillette showed up to bring in the New Year with us. Monty’s Mom is in Hawaii — the land of light and warmth — and Quillette’s Mom went the opposite direction to Berlin, Germany — the land of dark and wet (at least, that’s how she describes it though she’s having a great time spending the holidays with her brother, his partner and their year-old baby, Henry.)

Anyway, New Year’s Eve and Day were spent with my two friends — Monty and Q — and it felt kind of like the best way to say goodbye to 2011 and hello to 2012. Well, here’s what Quillette thought about it all…she was relaxing as Gretchen gave her a much needed massage!

We also got to spend New Year’s Day with our extended “logicals” as we call them (as opposed to biologicals — biological family versus friends who are as close as family…our logicals).

Of course, we worked as well, though our only clients this week were Rosie and Tyson. But that turned out great because Tyson’s other dog walker was on vacation so Monty, Rosie, Tyson, and I all got hang out on our walks. We unfortunately couldn’t include Q once she arrived because she and Rosie have a girl-dog thing and it wouldn’t have been pretty, but still, each of them — Rosie and Q — got hang with their boys! And it’s all good when Gretchen has treats!

And I did my duty and took Rosie and Tyson out by themselves, too!

And I got a surprise walk with my friend, Olive…

And if that wasn’t enough for the week, turns out we might have a foster dog living with us in January. More about that later, though…

Yep, 2011 well is coming to a good end and 2012 looks like it’s gonna be a brand new adventure. My tail is wagging in anticipation! Happy New Year everyone!


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November 18, 2010

That’s Sir David Niven to You!

I should have seen it coming. Yesterday, after we’d finished all our work, walked all our clients, and picked up every last drop of you know what, we drove to Fremont where Gretchen got her haircut.

“Why now?” I asked, foolishly.

“Well, Thanksgiving is coming and we’re going to the grandparents’ house,” she said. “We want to look our best, don’t we?”

I accepted her answer at face value, not questioning the “we” in her statement and continued on with my relaxed evening. But that “we” came back to haunt me this morning because I was the one who landed at the groomer’s for my turn at a haircut.

I should have known. I should have smelled the inevitable. I should have looked at the calendar and seen that Thanksgiving is fast approaching and a trip to the grandparents’ was right around the bend. I should have known that a feast, the relatives, and holiday all combined meant I was doomed for a grooming.

Did I really need it now? That was the question I pondered as I looked out the window upon the gray, gray and chilly day.

I guess it was inevitable and so I make the long trek up the hill and spent the morning in the tub, on the table, under the dryer, and at the mercy of the clippers.

Meanwhile, Gretchen got to spend a rainy, cold morning with Woobie and Ollie, who walked around Seward Park without me.

“Did they miss me?” I asked later.

“Yes,” she said. “Woobie looked for you out over the lake because she knows how much you like to swim…

“And Ollie gave me those sad eyes all the while begging for your share of the treats!”

And then Gretchen came home to eat a warm lunch, change her wet socks, and work a bit on her “assignments” for the pool. I know she had to have missed me. I mean, she had to notice I wasn’t under the desk warming her feet. I wasn’t there to look at her lovingly when she prepared her lunch. I wasn’t there when she rearranged her rain gear in her pack. I know she missed me. She had to. I missed her.

But when the phone rang and the groomer said I was finished, I also know she was surprised because it was so much earlier than expected. She headed back out the door,  thrilled to see some blue sky (though it was still mighty cold), picked up Gemma and then Saber, and made her way up the stairs, then up the hill on her way to me, her faithful (and now fluffy) companion.

I was happy to see Gemma. I was happy to see Saber. But I gotta admit, I was most happy to see Gretchen until she said…”Oh my goodness, you look like David Niven!”

“What? Who’s David Niven?” I asked. But before she could answer, we were off, back to work walking dogs in the cold November sun.

"Saber, look! It's David Niven!"

When I got home, I looked him up and learned that he was a very talented and stylish actor known for his silk ascots and chiseled look. Gretchen caught me doing research and she smiled and said, “Hey, are you finding out all the things you have in common with David Niven?”

Quick-witted as I am, I replied, “That’s Sir David Niven to you!”

We spent the rest of the afternoon laughing. All is right again in the world and if I do say so myself, I look pretty dapper!

Until tomorrow,


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