Toby and I were out for a walk the other day. As neared his nemesis’s house, (star of such posts as The Great Roundup, and The Day After ), I noticed he was completely silent. Not even his tags jingled as he tiptoed down the street. Realizing he was trying to sneak past the little dog’s house so she wouldn’t come after him, I did my best to imitate his soundless gait. It is hard to walk on stones in boots and not make noise, though. Every time my shoe crunched on a piece of gravel, I got serious stink eye from my boy. He doesn’t know how hard it was for me not to laugh every time he glared at me. Any neighbors looking out their windows must have thought us both crazy as we crept in silent slow motion past their homes.

Thanks to you, you big-footed elephant, I almost got bit!

Some time in the not-too-distant future a can of Halt! will be delivered. Paws crossed it will work to discourage other dogs from coming after Toby. Better still, hopefully we never have to use it.


After my experience with my GP’s office, I decided to contact the neurologist directly to see if I could schedule an appointment. When I call, I am only able to reach an answering machine. So far I have called every day and left a total of 10 messages, but no one has called back. I guess in the new world, squeaky wheels are ignored and not greased.


Dream Our World

Come see what my stinky boys have been up to at the Museum of the Imagination in Dream Our World! Inside they view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.

Dream Our World is available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.



  1. Like automated telephone systems…you tap in the number, you wait while a lot of garbage is recounted to you, press the next number which directs you to a choice of five none of which you want, hang on for an operator – at which point your call is timed out and it all goes dead.
    Those who design them must have spent a lot of their youth visiting mazes.

    I think you have to go there…armed with a can of Halt.

  2. Oh, my! 😮 You and Toby gotta’ Ninja-walk down the street. 😦 I hear Elmer Fudd saying, ““Shhh! Be vewy, vewy qwiet.” 🤫
    But, you gotta’ keep safe! 🙂 Would be good to have the Halt and hope you never have to use it.
    So very sorry to hear about the continuing medical-doc-stuff frustrations. 😦 Maybe you could take Toby’s nemesis in to the doc office and let her handle those darn people!!!
    (((HUGS))) ❤️
    Gentle PATS and RUBS for Toby! ❤️

  3. You need to enroll the Tobester in a good doggie martial arts school and get him some Kung Fu lessons. He needs to dog-up and be ready to defend himself against the other pooch. That might be a good idea for you, too, grasshopper – Kung Fu those people who are thwarting your appointments. But as I said before, I’m convinced the trick is to show up in person and refuse to leave until satisfied.

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