Life With Emma in the Desert-Starbucks Moving and Fall

Starbucks, Moving, and Here Comes Fall

Starbucks and a Sip of Water

Hi friends — Emma here! 🐾

We recently made a stop at Starbucks! Dad got his favorite Americano, and I settled in for some serious people-watching.

I have to say, Starbucks does have excellent water — crisp, cold, and just right for a desert pup like me. They even give me my very own cup! No lattes for me, but I’m perfectly happy with my fresh water and a nice place to rest while Dad enjoys his coffee. You might notice the REI sticker on my stroller that I talked about in an earlier post.

An Adventure in Moving

Of course, life isn’t just coffee breaks and lazy mornings — sometimes there’s work to do!

Recently we had to move a bit of furniture, which meant borrowing a U-Haul trailer.

I can’t really help lift furniture — no thumbs, you know — but I supervised everything very carefully. Dad says I’m a great helper because I kept him company and made sure he didn’t work too hard.

Once we got the trailer returned, I was more than ready for a big rest. 💤 You might say I’m the expert on recovery — cuddling up next to Dad afterward is my specialty.

Changing Seasons

It’s almost October now, and I can feel changes in the air. The mornings are cooler, and the evenings arrive earlier. There’s something exciting about the first hints of fall — a mix of playtime energy and cozy snuggles.

Fall — A Desert Dog’s Perspective

Oh, fall is such an exciting time for us pups! The air feels cooler on our noses, the ground doesn’t burn our paws anymore, and the breezes carry all sorts of new smells — dry leaves, pumpkins on porches, and even the hint of fireplaces starting to crackle at night. For desert dogs like me, it’s a welcome relief after those long, hot summer days.

We also notice that our humans get a little more energy too — longer walks, more time outside, and sometimes even trips to see the changing colors in other parts of the country. Some of us might romp through piles of leaves, while others (like me!) just enjoy the crunch-crunch under our paws on morning strolls.

But fall isn’t just about fun — it’s also a season of comfort. The days are shorter, so evenings are cozy, and we dogs love curling up next to our people as the air cools down. It’s a perfect mix of play and rest.

So yes, we notice the seasons changing, and most of us dogs think fall is pretty wonderful — a chance to explore, sniff, and snuggle, all in the same day. 🍂🐾

Ask Emma

Q: Dear Emma, my mom keeps scolding me for eating the seed pods on the golf course. Will I get sick from them, or is she just over-reacting? I just love how crunchy they are!
— Sincerely, Stanley the Black Lab

A: Hi Stanley!

Oh boy, you Labs do love a good snack, don’t you? I understand the appeal — those crunchy seed pods might seem like nature’s version of a dog treat. But here’s the thing: not everything we find on the golf course is safe for us pups to munch on. Some seed pods (like mesquite or palo verde) can cause tummy troubles, and others might even be harmful if eaten in big amounts.

Your mom is right to be cautious. Golf courses also use fertilizers, herbicides, and other chemicals that could cling to grass or seed pods. Even if one bite doesn’t make you sick, it’s always better to stick to treats your humans know are safe.

My advice? Keep the crunchy pods for the squirrels and deer, and let your mom reward you with something yummy from home when you leave the pods alone. That way, you still get a tasty crunch without the worry.

Stay happy, healthy, and maybe a little less “crunchy,” my friend!

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Life With Emma in the Desert Back Home in AZ

Back Home in Arizona, With Thoughts Near and Far

Hi friends — Emma here! 🐾

Here we are, back in Arizona after traveling all the way to Minnesota. Life in SaddleBrooke feels comfortable and familiar again. I’ve been enjoying strolls on the golf course paths. Dad caught me hanging out on a golf course and the big rock at the Clubhouse.

While life is back to normal, we do get out and about!

Recently we stopped at REI, where I met some very nice people. A kind fellow gave me a set of REI Co-op stickers. Dad (or maybe I should say my driver!) put one on my side of the golf cart and another on my stroller. I think it looks pretty fun — a little desert dog with big outdoor spirit! 🐶⛰️

We also had some work done at the U-Haul service center on our car’s trailer hitch. I met some friendly people there too, and we took a picture with one of the service guys.

Enlarge to see REI sticker on stroller]

Back at home, we had a huge project — a new air conditioner and furnace were installed. Wow, what a big job! It took all day. There’s a photo of me with Leo, the installer, standing proudly by our new thermostat. He even showed us pictures of his own cute little white dog. 🐾

A More Serious Topic: PTSD

Now I’d like to talk about something more serious — a topic I first mentioned in my Northfield, Minnesota post: PTSD.

While traveling, I met two wonderful people — Colonel Wayne and Dr. Steve. They’ve written books about PTSD and, most importantly, they give those books to veterans and anyone who might be struggling.

Not long ago, I read (with help from Dad, of course) a book about World War II prisoners of war in the South Pacific. It described how many carried invisible scars long after the war ended. PTSD isn’t just about memories — it’s also about how we relate to time. Researchers say it affects our perspective of the past, present, and future all at once.

There’s even something called the Zimbardo Time Perspective Inventory — 56 questions you can take for free at:

👉 https://www.thetimeparadox.com/zimbardo-time-perspective-inventory/

If you do, you can import your scores for each of the six dimensions of the scale into ChatGPT for analysis, and it will give insights into how you process experiences. It will even offer suggestions for how you can improve how you treat past, present, and future time.

Now, you might wonder: can dogs suffer PTSD too? The answer is yes. Rescued dogs, those abandoned in shelters, or those who’ve faced frightening events can show signs of trauma. We may shake, hide, bark, or freeze when reminded of our past — just like humans reliving difficult memories.

Why does this matter? Because PTSD is real, it’s serious, and it deserves compassion. Whether you’re a veteran, a family member, or even a pup who’s been through tough times, recognizing PTSD is the first step toward healing.

Meeting Colonel Wayne and Dr. Steve reminded me that help and hope are always nearby. Books, conversations, and kindness open doors. For dogs, it’s patience, routine, and love. For humans, it’s therapy, support, and understanding friends.

So if you or someone you love has struggled with trauma, please know: you’re not alone. Even a little white dog like me can see how important it is to talk about PTSD and to keep supporting one another.

With love and paws of comfort,

Emma 🌵🐶💖

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Life with Emma in the Desert: Grooming, Doctors, and… Flying Off to New Adventures!

Hi friends — Emma here! 🐾

Whew, have we been busy lately! I barely had time to catch my breath between naps and neighborhood patrols. First off, I had another spa grooming day with my friend Anne. She fluffed me up, trimmed me just right, and sent me home looking fabulous.

“Fresh from the spa — looking fabulous!”

But not all the excitement was about me. My human had to go see his GI doctor about a procedure. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but it sounds like one of those times when I’m very glad to be a dog and not a human. No scary doctors for me — just my vet, who gives me treats after my checkups. My human says it’s an important thing for people to take care of, so I’m glad he is getting it done. 🐶💕

The best part? One of my favorite humans — my “pack brother” Rick — flew in to visit for a few days so he could drive my human (his dad) to this procedure. I love Rick! Whenever he arrives, I can’t help but do my happy dance — tail wagging, paws bouncing, kisses everywhere.

: “Nothing better than Rick visiting!”] ❤️

Now, here’s where things get interesting. I was thinking… wouldn’t it be nice if I could drive my human to the doctor? I could roll the windows down, let my ears flop in the breeze, and we’d be there in no time. Then I remembered something — I once heard about a cat named Toonces who could drive a car! He was on a Saturday night TV show called Saturday Night Live. Maybe I should check into this — perhaps Toonces could give me a few lessons! Meet Toonces in the following video, just touch the red arrow. 🚗🐾

“If Toonces can do it… maybe I can too!”

And then… Saturday morning came. Dad got me up at 3:00 a.m. for my early walk and morning duty. Before I knew it, a shuttle pulled up to take us — and our bags — to the airport. I even posed for a photo with the nice shuttle driver.

Early‑morning ride to the airport.”] 🚐🐶

Once we got to the airport, we waited in line, met a friendly person at the Delta check‑in counter, and then went through security (I was a very good girl).

“Checking in for my flight!”] 🛫

“We’re almost on the plane… here we go!”]

Now we’re buckled in, the engines are starting, and I can feel the airplane about to take off… ✈️

To Be Continued… 🐾

Until next time,
Emma 🌵🐶💖

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