Monday, March 23, 2015
In recognition of National Puppy Day, we offer up a collage of the five little biscuit eaters that have christened our carpet since we started volunteer puppy raising in 2008.
Who recognizes, and can name off, those black boop buttons?
Friday, March 20, 2015
|Tell me the truth here. Is there a fish coming out of my neck?|
Close your eyes.
No wait, before you do that, let me offer a challenge of imagery.
Take a deep breath. No, not like that. A deep breath. From the diaphragm, people. There you go. Now let it out slowly.
And think about this ... what do you see when you imagine springtime? I'll give you a minute.
[going for a donut. be right back]
Got it? Ok, open your peepers again.
What did you see on the back of your eyelids? Let me guess. Budding flowers, green grass and bumblebees, right?
Then you must not be from around here. Because on the first day of spring in Ohio, we got brown. Lots of brown. Intermingled with gray tones and some otherwise indescribable neutral shade of taupe.
But no matter. Because six bucks will score us some hot house tulips from the local grocer and there you go,simple as that.
Miss Holly and I wish y'all a very happy First Day of Spring.
And if you're from Ohio, remember ... it could always be worse.
It could be snowing.
|First Day of Spring 2013|
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
|Introducing Saxon Sword|
Possibly the most epic dog name ever.
And Mom and I are fully aware that even though retro styles are the thing with young folk, there's really no way to bring sexy back to the mid-70's fashions. We were there together once and the memories of toe socks just won't fade.
And through my mom, this appreciation of All Things Dog is a value I come by honestly. We always had several canine companions at our home, most of them working dogs with a job on the farmstead. And as a young explorer into the wooded areas about our home, I would have a protector or two to share my adventures.
Mom and I know how dogs can be so much more than kibble eaters and couch warmers. Instead we live an ideal life of total immersion in this Human-Animal Bond thing.
Life is good, y'all. It's better with dogs.
So I was surprised when Mom and I had a philosophical disagreement on dog rescue.
We were going through the "how's everybody doing" roundup part of the phone call and the topic of my Favorite Kid was up next. His dog had recently passed and he was still grieving the loss. This was his first dog he adopted since he ventured out to the world as a full-grown card-carrying adult. A tough loss on a handful of levels.
Will he adopt another dog then, asks Mom.
Oh, Mom, I said. He has to get over Elsa first. Seems like the next dog would be a rebound decision to me. He needs time, don't you think?
Every day he waits, said Mom. Is another day a dog is left homeless.
There will always be shelter dogs, I said. That's the way it is. It sucks, but he'll always have a choice.
It's not about his choice, said Mom. It's about saving a life. And he can do that now.
I see her point. I do. But my own over-protective mother hormones kicked in and I just wanted my kid to make this big decision only when he was ready. I wanted it to be right.
Let's be honest here. I wanted it to be perfect.
(Cut me a break here, people. He's my only kid.)
On my next phone call with the kid, I feel my feelings shift.
Ma, he said. I wanted to tell you. We're heading down to the humane society tomorrow.
Really?, I asked. Are you sure you're ready?
The house is too quiet, he said. It doesn't feel right.
And then he wondersmacked me with this.
There are too many dogs waiting at the shelter, he said. We can't save them all, but we can save one today.
And I thought he took after me.
Which he does, of course. Much of the time, anyway. But it looks like my mom's genetics are carried onto this generation as well.
So we welcome Saxon into our dog lovin' family. An alumni of The Kentucky Humane Society, this fella can boast of the trifecta of looks, smarts and a high count of the snuggle factor.
A great choice, my young son. And I would say the same to Saxon.
A rescue goes both ways, you know.
Well done, the lot of you.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
The puppies of this Hero Litter are with volunteer puppy raisers across these great states of ours. And while the H pups in the Midwest are blissfully snowplowing their noses through the latest frosty precipitation, their puppy raisers are trying to be happy for the pups in California and Florida.
We are trying. But we have our challenges here. Because by the time we're white knuckling through these bitter February days, our daydreams of warm weather are getting rather desperate.
The latest Hero Litter update from the Canine Companions for Independence blog (click here for All Weather Pups) reminds me of these generous thoughts of happiness for others. From snow to sunny beaches, our Hero Pups are indeed made of Wash & Wear stuff.
And today, the Hero Litter celebrates their eleven month birthday. Holly poses for her monthly photo with the confidence of a puppy who is nearly full grown.
One more photo left to add to the Birthday Collage.
Let's all hope for a mild March.
Or I may be making my own beach out here with cat litter or something.