All of the dogs here on East Dixie Highway are terriers and, accordingly, love dirt. This is to be expected and for me, if not my husband, is part of their charm. Remember, I'm a frat boy at heart and my tolerance for filth is much higher than it is for normal people. And drool! I love a slobbery, . . .
When we first met our deaf dog Edison, my husband and I were most definitely not looking for another dog, and a ten-week old, deaf Dogo Argentino/Pit Bull puppy was even further down on our "to-do" list. Way down. Somewhere between a root canal and inviting my mother to come for a visit. We were . . .
I often write notes to my deaf dog son the chalkboard that hangs in our kitchen. Sometimes they are sweet, but frequently they are snarky, desperate please to make better life choices! . . .
Until I finish Edison's introductory post, I will be sharing some photos of him. He is truly one of the most magical and photogenic dogs that has ever walked this earth. It's true. Look it up on the Google machine. It's right here, right now, on your screen in black and white, so it must be factual. . . .
I am a veterinary technician working in animal welfare. Galileo was surrendered to the shelter that I work at two and half years ago. The gentleman who brought him in had found him tied to a fence at the back of his property. He was about five months old at the time. He had a broken back . . .
This adventure began with Darwin, who found me in a CVS three years ago. He was running, terrified, through the store, without a collar, leash or his person in sight. I bought a leash and fashioned it into a make-shift collar to safely get him home. We spent weeks getting to know each other, . . .