Thoughts on bunny ears, being a male pet bogger and the value of authenticity With the arrival of every holiday, which seem to come faster every month, the vast majority of my pet blogging peers write holiday-themed posts and with each one they write, I feel a small pit in my stomach. I experience . . .
True Story... A few months ago, while sprawled out on the couch next to him, my husband sent me a text message. “What’s for supper?”, he asked. Though I had been sitting next to him for over an hour, checking my blog and social media accounts, he felt that the only way he could get my attention . . .
10 Myths & Facts About Deaf Dog Behavior Did you know that some folks in the scientific community are studying deaf dogs? When I heard this, I jumped for joy. It was a moment of excitement, relief and “I need to know more Right. This. Second!”. My brain was firing synapses so fast that I . . .
Deaf dogs, more than hearing dogs, tend to be very touch-sensitive. Perhaps living in a silent world increases their tactile sensory perception. Maybe this is because we use our hands as our primary form of communication. Or perhaps they’re just mammals and, like humans, when one sense is . . .
As I'm writing this, I'm lying in bed next to my husband who's just returned from three weeks on the road. He is snoring which, given how often we are separated by distances measured in time zones, isn't irritating but rather sweetly comforting. When you spend so much time apart from your beloved, . . .
My Dog Is An Idiot: A Love Story Okay. There. I said it. My dog is an idiot. It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that we have two very smart dogs and one very not smart dog. And Foster? Well, I'm not sure yet, though I do have my suspicions. It took me even longer . . .
One of the things I learned at the BlogPaws conference in Nashville was the importance of staying focused on my mission. The question isn't WHAT is my mission but rather WHO is my mission? The answer is simple: my mission is deaf dogs. I am writing and working for them, to raise awareness about . . .
So...this series of Notes to Deaf Dogs (read all of them here) started when I arrived home from the BlogPaws conference in Nashville. The offending deaf dog laid on the couch while the other three ran and jumped and spun and excitedly licked every square inch of me. His Royal Highness Bossypants, . . .
My husband and I have been engaged in a long-running arguscussion about how much, or rather, how little bed space the boys and I leave him. Seriously, you can measure the length in years now. If you're not partnered or married, an arguscussion is an argument that has been going on so long that the . . .
The irony of life with Edison is that for a creature who lives in a silent world, he sure makes a lot noise. Most everything he does is accompanied by a thud or a bang or a WTF? When he was a puppy, I chalked it up to his puppy brain, puppy legs and puppy coordination and I assumed he would outgrow . . .