by Robert Gillis Published in the Foxboro Reporter and Boston City Paper 10/2009
So there I am, working at the home computer on a yet another late night software promotion, and Sue calls around 8 — she’s got a flat, but no worries, she’s already called AAA. I asked her where she is; she’s a few miles away in a nearby town, so I tell her I’m on my way. Then I hear, “Gotta go, there’s a dog wandering in the street.”
I get to the scene of the aforementioned flat and there’s a large golden dog in the back seat of the car.
by Robert Gillis Published in the Foxboro Reporter, late 1998
WARNING: If you’re a dog owner, please read on. The information I’m about to share may save your dog’s life — and it’s not generally known to most dog owners. I should also warn that some readers may find the following graphic or disturbing — I don’t recommend reading this one while you eat. If you don’t own a dog, you might want to stop reading now.
by Robert Gillis
Published in the Foxboro Reporter, 1/1998
‘Twas a few days before New Year’s, and my beloved and I were braving the early morning cold to pick up baby food — well, food for our canine babies. The good veterinarian had long ago advised us that pups were getting a little pudgy and the six dollar bags of generic dry dog food we’d been feeding them was as bad for their systems as say, rock salt, so we’d switched to something more balanced, low-calorie, nutritious, vitamin enriched, and far, far more expensive.