#dog couch

There are a few life truths I know for certain: coffee is sacred, people will absolutely not use their blinkers, and dog kisses are both a daily ritual and a divine mandate.Let me break it down from the dog couch. A sacred, slightly chewed-up, fur-blanketed arena where life unfolds in its rawest, truest form.First up, there’s the little one. Ten pounds of pure expectation. This dachshund-sized…

We’re living in the era of boundaries. Personal boundaries. Professional boundaries. Emotional, digital, energetic, gluten-free boundaries. Everywhere I turn, someone is gently (or not so gently) reminding me to “set healthy boundaries.”Boundaries are the new kale. Essential. Good for you. Sometimes hard to swallow. Actually, I severely dislike kale. Do, maybe not right analogy. But, I digress a…

There are days when life delivers its deep truths in sweeping metaphors, sunsets, and perfectly timed inspirational quotes.And then there are days—like today—when the deepest truths come straight from the **Dog Couch**. You know, that fur-covered, snack-stained kingdom ruled by my three wildly different but equally ridiculous dogs.Let me set the scene.There’s the little one, all 11 pounds of…

Some people consult vision boards. Others call mentors. Me? I pitch my ideas to the dogs.It’s a sacred ritual. I pace the room, rambling some grand scheme or mildly delusional plan, and there they are—my panel of furry consultants.Middle dog, the unbothered philosopher, barely lifts his head. Maybe an eyebrow twitch. A single side-brow of judgment, if you will. Meanwhile, the little one? Oh, he’s…

My middle dog doesn’t fake the funk. He’s not trying to win “Most Friendly” at the pup park. He’s not wagging his tail for just anyone. He is who he is: a slightly grouchy, highly discerning, unapologetically real little guy with a face like “Don’t even.”And yet—he’s adored. Why? Because he shows up as himself. Grumbles and all. No filter. No performative tail wags. Just honesty with a side of…

Sometimes the big dog dreams he’s running.  His paws twitch. His tail flicks. Sometimes he lets out a soft little “boof” — the sound of chasing something glorious through dog dreamland.Is it a squirrel? A cloud? A giant meatball rolling down the sidewalk? Who knows.  But he runs with such conviction.It doesn’t matter that it’s not real. He believes it. He’s all in.Truth: Dream big. Wag hard. Even…

Every morning, like clockwork, my middle pup stakes out the sun spot.  You know the one — that little slice of golden warmth on the rug between the hours of 9:00 and 10:15.  And every morning, he lies in it like he discovered electricity.He doesn’t care that the rest of the room is cold. He doesn’t care that he has to move ten minutes later when the sun shifts. He just takes the win.Truth: Stop…

Some days, I work from home.  Some days, I try to work from home.  And some days, I resign myself to the fact that my dachshund is actually the one running the house.Because he will bark. At. Nothing.A speck of dust? Bark.  A leaf that dared to rustle 40 feet away? Full-throated outrage.  The wind changing directions? Bark bark woof.But here’s the twist: while I know he’s barking at nothing, I’ve…