The first time I moved house with dogs, I made the classic mistake. Boxes everywhere, movers at the door, I was half-running on coffee and mild panic. Aramis, my usually very chilled Singapore Special (Mongrel), watched the chaos build, his eyes getting rounder, his breathing faster. Then a mover carried his  bed out the front door. Aramis looked at the bed. Looked at me. Then trotted into the office, climbed under the desk and refused to come out without me actually going in beside him to...

Years ago, I was at the dog park with Athos. He was doing well at that point, though he still had his occasional over-reactions if...

Being a parent and a dog dad is one of the most rewarding, exhausting, and sometimes nerve-wracking roles you can have. Add in a home...