Guest blog #3

I could never anticipated the joy of sharing  each of our dogs… fuzzy pup, feisty terrier, and  gentle wary shepherd… with others.  

Now it’s so easy to spot a dogless doglover approaching; their heart yearning for a pat, a snuggle, a lick.   Some small children are frightened, and others are so comfortable that they may have been raised by wolves.   

But it’s the old folks Hannah visits in the seniors’ residence who are truly filled by her presence.  Hannah doesn’t have that lab-like enthusiasm, and I hunch that it’s more work than joy for her to greet each person who gathers for our weekly visit.   She does so, in service, and it fills their hearts.  And mine.

Guest blog #2

‘Nother guest blog from Ringu's Mom 

I used to say that I’d never let a dog lick my face, sleep in my bedroom, snooze in my bed.  I said I’d never let my dog off-leash where it wasn’t permitted.   

That I’d never talk in that high squeaky (“I wuv you!) doggy voice, and that I’d not accept less than full obedience to my commands.   

That I’d never let my dogs bark enough to bother the neighbours, that I’d never leave my dogs too long in the car on a hot day, or miss picking up a poo.   

Never say “never”.

Guest Blog #1

Guest blog from Ringu's Mom 

It’s been two weeks now since Abby, pooch #3 came into our family, so we’ve weathered the worst of friends exclaiming, “You were scrambling with just two!  Why a third dog?” 

Dog pounds and shelters are filled with dogs bought on impulse; we’ve visited lots of them.  Shelter organizations likely wouldn’t approve of our application for a third dog.  Even (full disclosure here!) we bought Abby from a lady whose mixed breed dogs just bred and raised the pups in her backyard.  No vet check, no first shots.  Just the old “hand over the cash, and don’t come back” situation.    

So I guess this isn’t an explanation or a confession.  Certainly not a recommendation!  More like a “just saying”.