Ella Bucalli's rescue stories, senior-dog notes, and the little routines I keep coming back to
15 posts in dog brain health.
The kitchen floor always feels like the center of my house. I was standing by the coffee maker last Tuesday when I watched Pickle, the senior cocker spaniel currently in my care, walk toward the pantry. He usually moves with a steady, food-motivated purpose.
The reading trail that moved sleep from “nice if it goes well” to “one of the first pillars I watch in an older dog.”
I used to believe that Mabel was just becoming more stubborn. I would see her standing at the back door for ten minutes, staring into the dark, and I would pull a treat from the ceramic dog-bone jar by the coffee maker just to coax her back to the rug.