Do you remember when you first fell in love with animals? I was thinking about this today, but I couldn’t identify a specific moment. I just know that I always really loved animals. I loved… Tell me about your first pet…
See what I did there? Seriously, Bella was a sleeping champion. Gold medal all the way. I wish I could relax like that! It’s something to work towards, right? Digging the black & white vibe… Check out this dog napper…
My fellow Blogarians, As you may have noticed, posts have been pretty sparse around these parts for the past few months. April and May were busy months for me – I went on a real… The State of the Blog Address
… or, in this case, your Bella. I was thinking recently about all of the things – both little and not-so-little – that have changed around here since we lost Bella in May. Sometimes it… 20 ways to miss your Rover
Back in April, Tavish nearly gave us a heart attack when he broke a nail one evening. After an emergency trip to our vet (who, thank goodness, was still open), he returned home looking like… Caption this dog: Temporary tripod
I’d be lying to you if I said that I knew what I wanted to write about for this edition of Blog the Change for Animals. However, I recently read a story that supplied the thesis* for today’s post. That thesis?
Don’t be an idiot.
(A secondary thesis? Don’t do things that make me roll my eyes. It makes my eyes hurt. I don’t like it when my eyes hurt.)
So, let’s get to it. The story that inspired today’s post sounds too stupid to be true. Our tale begins with the return of a dog named Misty to a high-kill shelter. Want to guess the reason? I bet you can’t.
Have you ever had one of those dreams that made you furiously happy and deeply sad at the same time? This past weekend, I had one of those dreams. In it, I was cleaning my… In my dreams, it’s still the same…
Two years ago today, this furry face joined our family. We adopted him from Friends of Homeless Animals, and the rest is history… Here’s to a snuggly dog that’s scared of his water bowl and… Just one of those (important) days…
These past few weeks, I’ve found myself revisiting some of my favorite Bella memories. Remembering all of her wonderful quirks makes me smile, even if that smile is often (okay, always) through some tears. In… I’m getting mutton for Christmas
