Welcome to the Zen of Dog

Pluto (named after the ex-planet, not the Disney dog) was that guy for me.  He was already 10 when I moved him from Los Angeles to Brazil at ridiculous cost and complication, involving a cross-country road trip, multiple pet brokers and, finally, a 3am travel cage breakout at gunpoint.  Ah, Brazil.

And we’d only been there 5 hot minutes, when Covid hit.  All of a sudden, I was completely isolated in a third world country with no support network – except Pluto.  He was the one who got me up in the morning, made me get dressed and forced some structure into the day.

As the relationship, for which I had moved to Brazil, became more abusive and controlling, Pluto was my solace and only friend.  He was getting old now.  His legs were wobbly and his eyes were dim, but still he hung on.  For me.  He knew I wasn’t ready to cope without him and he did his best till the very end.

Now, back in L.A., and healing, I find peace in The Zen of Dog and strive to perfect the art of uncomplicated joy.  I know it’s a journey, not a destination, but with the bestest friend (and her dog) by my side – the selfsame one who drove Pluto and me across the country all those years ago – I inch a little closer with every ball thrown and each belly rubbed.

We believe in the power of Dog.