Top 5 Most Read Posts

Good mooooorning, everyone!

It's hard to believe that I've already been at this for six months, but somehow I have. Now that the archives have some meat on their bones, I thought we could take a trip down memory lane and review the five posts that have been most loved by YOU!

5. Wedding Schmedding

His parents celebrated one of the most important days of their lives, but Grimm didn't see what all the hype was about...


4. Dog Person

Grimm begins to question his mother's mental well-being. Discover the warning signs.


3. How to have a Great Quarter-Life Crisis

If you find yourself wondering just how Grimm's mom got to where she is, this story is the one for you. Recipe included.


2. Grimm Takes One for the Team

Our favorite guard dog takes his job a little too seriously. Get the full story from his perspective.


1. Doggie Backpack FAQs

Learn more about why and how to use a backpack with your dog. And find out what's inside Grimm's!

Which one has been your favorite so far? Share it, and let me know!

5 Seattle Peeves

Seattle is often thought to be a pretty dog-friendly city. (DogTime places it at #2 on their list.) Nine months of living here, however, does not have me convinced. Here are a few of my biggest complaints:

1. Chicken Bones

For a city that is so conscious of its environmental impact, Seattle seems to have no idea of the impact a chicken bone can have on the environment of a dog's stomach. If only I earned a dollar for each slimy, disgusting chicken bone that I had to pry from a stubborn dog's mouth; I'd have so many dollars. I think some people get so caught up in their oneness with the Earth or whatever that they imagine their rejected bones decomposing right where they left them and turning into flowers. Instead, a happy dog thinks he won the lottery as he cracks those bones right in half, and they perforate his digestive system. If his family is fortunate, they are left with enormous medical bills. If. They. Are. Fortunate.

2. Teeny, Tiny Parking Spaces

I realize that I can't possibly know all dog-people personally, but I definitely know a lot of them. As a result, I feel very confident when I say that dog-people don't drive tiny cars. (Exceptions may be made for dog-people with tiny dogs.) This is especially true for dog-people who do all the stuff that Seattle likes to brag about: hiking, fishing, boating, camping. Those people aren't driving Smart cars, so why does Seattle seem to only think about compact cars when designing parking lots? And these "non-compact" spaces are another issue altogether. I frequently have no more than a couple of inches on either side of the Jeep, if I can even find a space at all. Get on it, Seattle.

3. Off-leash Dogs

I know I'm not the only one bothered by this one, because people in my neighborhood's forum have brought it up as well. It's really great for you if your dog is well enough trained to be off leash, but it's still illegal. It doesn't matter how friendly your dog is. It matters how unfriendly another dog might be. Keeping your dog leashed is not only logical and responsible for your own dog, it allows reactive, fearful or ill dogs to experience the world without fear that they may have interaction forced upon them. Let's all be a little more respectful to dogs with unique needs.

4. Stop Sign Runners

Every city and town deals with drivers who ignore stop signs. Seattle is not special. As a dog walker, though. I feel like I encounter them more than the average citizen. Annoyingly enough, a high percentage of them seem to be the Teslas that Seattle is teeming with. Good for you - you're saving the environment. Too bad you're murdering your neighbors. Do you realize how much CO2 my corpse will emit as it decomposes? Too frequently, a smug neo-hippie will slam on his electric car's brakes exactly where my body would have been if I'd been foolish enough to exercise my right-of-way.

5. Doggie Racism

Most surprising to me has been the cold shoulder that Seattle gives to pit bulls and other frequently stereotyped dogs. Finding a home to rent was incredibly difficult for us, with one landlord actually laughing at us when he heard what type of dog we have. One of my neighbors once asked what the pit bull I was walking was mixed with to make her so nice. She was being completely serious. There are countless other anecdotes that I could use to drive home this point. For such a "dog-friendly" city, Seattle sure is choosy about which dogs it's friendly towards.

Post-Planning Letdown

Ever since the wedding planning ended, Grimm's mom has been feeling rather caged. Grimm sees it in the way that she'll try three or four times in a single day to pick up a book and read, only to put it back down because that doesn't feel productive enough. He sees it in the way that she does the laundry or dishes super hard because she has nowhere else to put that enthusiasm. He sees it in the elaborate new dishes that she tries out (to varying degrees of success) because creativity and free time abound.

During her first seven months in Seattle, it was so easy for Grimm's mom to put professional development and personal growth aside because there was a wedding to plan. That singular fact filled her with such a sense of purpose. Sure, she'd dabble in tutoring and dog walking and even take on the challenge of blogging, but all of that took the backseat to organizing the details of June's big event.

Now that it's been almost two months, however, life has wound down for her. Grimm's noticed that the two of them are taking more and more naps. And why not? There's plenty of time for it. And why not pick the old Netflix habit back up? Or paint nails and braid hair and occasionally put on a little mascara? Why not do all the things that she previously was too busy for?

Somehow, it still feels like there are simultaneously both too many and not enough hours in a day. She fills her hours with tasks that are truly unimportant in order to feel accomplished, but the feeling is hollow and fleeting. The result of all that busywork is a strange sense of exhaustion combined with too much vibrating energy. And honestly, it's making Grimm nervous.

Something is going to have to give, and soon. It's unclear whether that will come in the form of a new job, enrollment in a class or a home improvement project, but there needs to be an outlet for this brainpower and drive. Otherwise, Grimm fears that his mother will simply go insane.

Grimm Takes One for the Team

Grimm popped one eye open. He was almost certain he heard a noise. Always one to take his job seriously, he tensed his entire body for action.

There it was again.  

Grimm was at the window before a single clock's tick. Both Mom and Dad were out, so guarding the house on that lazy Thursday afternoon all came down to him. That's a lot of pressure for one pup of not-quite-three-years-old, but Grimm was ready to take on anything.

When he saw the source of the sound, Grimm launched himself at it. He barked his loudest and woofed his hardest. With two paws up on the glass, he made himself as big as he could possibly pretend to be to frighten it away. His tactics appeared to be working.

For good measure, Grimm gave one last leap. He thought about his mommy and daddy and how much they love their little house. He thought about how proud they'd be if they knew how hard he worked to keep it safe. Just as he was being awarded the medal of honor in his imagination, he felt the glass give under his feet. There was a crack as he started to fall forward with the shards.

Grimm jerked back, terrified by both the sound and the potential ramifications of his actions. Scenes flashed through his mind of the day that he and Doug knocked over the little table with the lamp on it. Grimm had kept a safe distance from that table since that day. He didn't want to see Mommy get that angry ever again. Somehow he knew that this was going to be so much worse.

Grimm wasn't the only one startled by the sound of the window breaking. He was relieved to see that the noise outside also scurried away at the clamor. With one less thing to worry about, Grimm focused on pacing the house. There was such a mess, and Mommy was going to be so mad about it. Good thing the rooms in their house formed a circle - perfect for an anxious trot.

Grimm wasn't sure how much time passed before he heard keys in the door. Grimm's mom took longer to get the door open than usual. When she reached him, he realized why; her hands where shaking. Her eyes darted to the smudges of blood everywhere. Grimm wondered where that could have come from. She started feeling him everywhere. When she found what she was looking for, Grimm was surprised to see that he'd injured himself somehow. His ankle was bleeding just above the back of his paw. Funny, he hadn't noticed that before. He looked up at Mommy and told her with his eyes that he was SO sorry about the mess. He wanted her to know that he was okay. He wanted to tell her what he'd seen through the window. He wanted the stress hormones to stop pouring out of her like that.

Daddy came in a short while after, and Grimm knew that everything was going to be okay. Grimm could feel that Daddy was stressed too, but somehow he made Mommy's stress go away a little bit. He always does that. 

The drunkiest Grimmster

The drunkiest Grimmster

Much chaos later, Grimm walked confidently through the doors of the vet's office, unaware that he'd stretched his wound further when he lept over the backseat of the Jeep and was bleeding profusely. He greeted each of the doctors that rushed to help him. He gobbled up the treats Mommy offered him as they examined the damage. He didn't know what all the fuss was about. He'd scared away the real reason to worry before any of this even happened.

After being lifted back into the Jeep, a very drunky Grimm returned home with two little stitches holding closed a wound that went straight to the bone. The doctor prescribed him pain meds even though she noted that he didn't appear to need them. He was to sleep lots, take his antibiotics and avoid using his foot. This was difficult for a hard-working dog like Grimm to hear. The world beyond the window wasn't going to rest just because he was supposed to. There was barking and jumping and warning to be done. If he didn't do those things, who would? How would the family keep noises away from the house?

These questions ran and ran through his mind as his mom helped him to bed. For the first time since all of this began, he was worried, and she no longer was. She tucked him in and kissed him on his leathery nose. She seemed way too happy for someone who was now living in a house with compromised security. Grimm gave up on trying to understand her weird human ways and slipped into sleep, his body already beginning to knit itself back together. There was work to be done.

What do you think was on the other side of the window? Grimm's parents have theories, but what do you think?