The Waldo Chronicles

One thing we didn’t count on with Waldo is how often he has to be groomed. He has hair, not fur, and it grows like it’s been fertilized. Also he smells. It’s a generalized dog smell plus something par … read more

I often wonder if my love for Waldo is predicated on the degree to which I positively project on him. That’s the thing about a dog: he can be a blank screen for all your emotional hopes and needs. Fee … read more

When I worked in advertising a “Chinese wall” existed between the advertising and editorial sides of the media business, meaning that just because your client placed an ad didn’t mean said client coul … read more

We’re the kind of men with white painted wood floors and cream woolen carpets. You know, fussy. That’s one of the reasons why, in 20 years together, Jack and I never had a dog.But we wanted one and af … read more

After dinner Waldo loves to play. To Waldo, “play” means jumping all over me while attempting to lick my ears. A good time is [generally] had by all.  Several days ago, however, Waldo’s leg met m … read more