Category Archives: Dogs

Rory 1998-2016


The Sticky Egg lost its editor and inspiration yesterday,  my cockapoo Rory.  He was 17 years old.

Quite simply,  he was the best person I’ve ever known,  and I’m so lucky to have shared his long life.

Rory never knew a stranger,  so he has many friends who mourn his passing with me. Thank you for always showing him such love and affection. He loved you all in return.

Thank you too for your support, for listening, for understanding. Rory is at peace now, and with time,  I will make peace with that.

Parting is all we know of heaven,  and all we need to know of hell.  – –  Emily Dickinson

My life


…and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Sure he could

I was clicking through the cable channels this Sunday morning and happened upon one of my favorite Jim Carrey movies, Bruce Almighty, at the exact moment that Bruce — enjoying his God-like powers by this point — tells his dog to use the toilet instead of going outside.

bruce almighty dogThe image at left may have been doctored a bit, but if you’ve seen the film, the dog walks up to the tank, steps on the seat, does his business, flushes and even puts down the lid in deference to the ‘lady of the house.’

Now that I have an older dog in the house with more, shall we say, unpredictable pee pee patterns, I totally wish I had bought a little kiddie toilet and hired a dog trainer to teach him how to use it.

It would so rock.

He already reads the newspaper, of course.

Good boy

I don’t remember the first time I saw the actor Tom Hardy on the big screen.

After consulting, I’m tempted to say it was for supporting roles in either Star Trek: Nemesis or Marie Antoinette. But after Inception, I knew his name.

And after This Means War, the action rom-com with Reese Witherspoon and Chris Pine, I liked him.

tomhardydogBut after seeing the pics of Tom with his dog at the London premiere of his new film Legend, our relationship is taking a turn for the serious.

He brought this dog to the red carpet.

I think I’m in love.

Food pusher

I was raised in the South by amazing home cooks.

The food may not have been the best for us, but it tasted better than anything I’ve found in my travels.

We used to call my mother and her sisters “food pushers” because they were always encouraging us to eat more.

Another taste. Another serving.  Heck, in some cases, another meal.

I had a flashback to those food pushers this morning when I was sitting on the floor, trying to get my dog Rory to eat.


When he rejected his wet food, I added chicken. When he tired of the chicken, I gave him treats. When he finished the treats, I handed him the wet food again.

Anything to get him to eat a decent-sized meal.

Old dogs are the best, but they’re not the best eaters. — Mama Dog food pusher

Wide awake

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. — Anatole France

dog day
Happy National Dog Day!