A DESTINY REALIZED and WHEN IS A THERAPY DOG, NOT A THERAPY DOG? March 1, 2018. Mr Smooth Operator watching EVERYTHING at ORD. Whispered voice commands, subtle hand commands, a sense of aloofness with the other dogs being tested.

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Hairy Puddings of the Past. Notes From a Small Dog. Ramblications of a hairy pudding. I was found wandering down the street in Astana, Kazakhstan, on a very chilly March morning.

Irish Life viewed by an awesome dog. My House, My Rules. How Breeze got his name.

Dogs and my life but mostly dogs. I will use the original words from the Love Underdogs. Facebook page to explain why it has been an epic day. WE HAVE REHOMED OUR 600TH DOG! We never thought this was possible 4 years ago. We were in Romania to discuss a placement for a rescued Georgian bear cub in the AMP bear sanctuary, an operation carri. The previous day, we ha.

A Road Trip but Us Dogs Stay Home. All of these pictures were taken at the place where Ginny can take The Toy into the water without it floating away. Here she is looking ditzy waiting for it to be thrown again. All done and time to go home.

Most Fun 5k in a Loooong Time. It was one of those special runs where you set out with no goal, no thoughts of pace or upcoming races or mileage totals. Just a complete run by feel and desire. It was amazing and energizing and I thank Zeke for it. Winding Down with the Blog. Obscure, country dog parks, yes! Heavily trafficked city do.

Sirens wailing, feet pounding on grey pavements. Hurrying,scurrying to be first down the step. The stoic faced men and a woman that wept. The old and the young with eyes cast down. Just staring at boots the black and the brown. Scuffed with sole flapping and terribly torn. What had they been like when they were first worn. Small crying baby, tired, missing his bed. Little cloth boots ; toes so cold and red,.

On this thanksgiving day I want to share the story of the death of a great and beloved dog. Some readers will know Aktis from earlier posts or from my book. He was an 85-pound German shepherd; we brought home on the day he was weaned from his mother, 11. He died this Halloween, under a cold starry sky framed by 100-foot conifers looming overhead. Would I care to try my luck at getting it. It was a game of risk.

Friday, 15 July 2016. Flashback Friday, Moments in time, 15 July 2013, A day in London. We were well and truly settled into life in the United Kingdom. Life in our little village was easy and we were only a quick train ride from London. An Aussie friend I met in Shanghai was coming to England to visit family,. Did I have time to pop into London for a catch up? Love London, one of my favourite cities, any excuse to pop into the city! What an opportunity for them! Our final.