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No Dogs Allowed!
At its worst; losing a family member can be seem like a bottomless pit of sorrow, at it best it is a empty hollow place- either way it is an unavoidable ‘adjustment.’ Our own recent transition has been… as smooth as a thing that… Continue Reading “No Dogs Allowed!”
TBT- Ode To Honey
Honey is somewhere around 15 years old. (Now 16!) This is a ball park estimate since her age at the time my husband adopted her was uncertain. She has been such a blessing in our lives and rather than singing her praises after she… Continue Reading “TBT- Ode To Honey”
Ode To Honey.
After a family trip to the vet, I was overwhelmed by two polarizing emotions. The first was payment shock at the almost five hundred dollar bill. This outrage was tempered by the knowledge that it was all the shots our four domestics should need… Continue Reading “Ode To Honey.”
How Train Your Humans By- The Dogs
I think we can safely say that as dog owners we have fallen short more than a couple times. Since we are have three female dogs (all with aspirations of alphadom) it has not always been easy to manage our little pack. Isis’s birthday has just… Continue Reading “How Train Your Humans By- The Dogs”
Three Girls, One Hat.
A slideshow of the girls, with Ry’s felt hat. We all know they had it coming. Click on the gallery for the best experience of all the silliness our dogs have to put up with.
A Honey of a different type (Warning: contains some graphic material)
Honey, Honey Bee, Bear, Bearington, Hon. She answers to to all of them. Our dog Honey, came to us in the month after the boy’s unexpected move cross country. I guess technically this makes her my step-dog. I came to be her owner when… Continue Reading “A Honey of a different type (Warning: contains some graphic material)”
When I Die I Want To Come Back As One Of My Dogs. Then I Might Get A Spot On The Couch.
Our dogs have been through a lot with us. Pele was raised on a boat. Honey has had over a hundred stitches in the past 5 years (from one big injury and one recent surgery.) Isis is a big fluffy-pain-in-the-butt. Our two oldest traveled across… Continue Reading “When I Die I Want To Come Back As One Of My Dogs. Then I Might Get A Spot On The Couch.”
Eastward Ho! Part III (Actually Part II.) Confused Yet? Good, so am I. Onward!
The first day journey was relatively uneventful (except for my love shipping ALL our shoes to upstate NY.) Most aspects of the move were completely unplanned. One of the few things we DID plan (besides mine sapphires in MT) was to visit as many national parks… Continue Reading “Eastward Ho! Part III (Actually Part II.) Confused Yet? Good, so am I. Onward!”
Your Pets Are Not Your Children, They Are Your Grandparents.
Your animals should not be like your children. They should be your grandparents. I say this for one specific and important reason- it is unnatural to outlive your offspring. Barring some unforeseen tragic event, it will be your privilege to preside over the passing of your critters. I… Continue Reading “Your Pets Are Not Your Children, They Are Your Grandparents.”
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