Steve Trott

Two-year journal chronicles Rockford writer’s dog-sitting experiences

August 23, 2012 // 0 Comments

As every dog owner soon discovers, there are times when you just can’t be home to take care of your beloved pet. Whether it’s a long overdue vacation or a short weekend getaway, an overnight business trip or overtime hours at work, the question is always the same: What do I do about my dog? For some dog owners, a reliable kennel provides the solution, but others prefer a more personalized approach. Enter the dog sitter. Better yet, enter the dog sitter who takes the time to record his dog-sitting exploits in a journal, capturing the ups and downs, trials and errors, joys and sorrows of caring for the precious creatures entrusted to him by their owners. Rockford freelance writer (and former dog sitter) Steve Trott has recently published the running account of a two-year stretch taking care of other people’s canine companions. “One Dog Gone After Another: Diary of a Dog Sitter” documents the lives of the dogs he came to know and love over the course of those two years. They include Duncan, an energetic Sheltie whose mission in life is to herd cars; Buster and Scout, the “odd couple” golden retrievers; Brimstone, a dog with a broken spirit, living in a broken home; tiny Liz and Mike, who, along with the family cat, shared the author’s bed each night; Kodak, a memory only, whose ashes he helped bury one golden autumn afternoon; Lucky, rescued (literally) from the floodwaters; and the author’s favorite, a small golden retriever named Hunter, who would eventually become his own, bringing his days as a dog sitter to a happy conclusion. The journal begins: “I am not the most likely of candidates to write a diary about dogs. To begin with, I’ve never even had a dog of my own; a couple of turtles growing up, the standard goldfish, an aquarium full of guppies shared with the rest of the family, but nothing you could pet or put a leash around.” Trott describes the book as more than just a diary about dog sitting. “I soon discovered that the diary format lent itself to the inclusion of other dog-related items as well,” he writes. “In a manner similar to my journal-keeping in the past, there were quotations about […]


September 22, 2011 // 0 Comments

Reader reflects on Healing Field Dear Editor, My wife Sherry and I visited the Healing Field at the Cannonsburg ski hill on Sunday and were moved by the display of 3,000 flags representing those lost on 9/11. We returned after dark to see what it looked like under the lights and were moved again, in an entirely different way. Those experiences prompted thoughts that I have since converted into the following poem. I thought perhaps some of your readers might identify with my reflections. Flags On a Ski Hill at Night – September 11, 2011 Three thousand flags displayed on a ski hill, lined up in rows like tall stalks of corn, standing like tombstones, mute in the darkness, full moon above, a harvest forlorn.   Today in the wind they waved with conviction, now in the night they hang limp and damp like sails on a mast when a zephyr has faded, or slack canvas tent flaps when armies encamp.   A pair of young girls darts blithely between them, like skiers who slalom through gates made of poles, unmindful this evening of reasons for mourning, forgetting that these are the shrouds for lost souls.   They are, after all, simply flags on a hillside, metal and cloth in ordered array, but such is the stuff that mitigates heartache, and such is the innocence lost on that day. Steve Trott, Rockford resident