A couple of weekend ago, we had a foxtail scare. Clover got one in her eye. Not good. Everything turned out okay, but if you want to know more about why foxtails scare me, please keep reading.

I saw this medication warning while scrolling through FB this week, and I wanted to be sure you saw it too. It's called 5-fluorouracil is deadly for dogs and cats. It is often used for human dermatology cases, including certain forms of skin cancer. 

Yeah. In the midst of everything else, we took on a long-term foster puppy for our local shelter. The new executive director there is a long-time friend and former coworker, and she specifically asked me to get involved. I've been wanting to do some fostering now that we have dogs who like other dogs enough to allow a canine visitor, so it isn't like it happened crazy out of the blue. This little guy needed us, so here we are many months later. Don't miss the shelter's video about his case and a little photo montage I made for his first birthday, which the shelter designated as June 1 (based on estimates on his age when rescued).

It's that time of year again. Yay, Clover! Honestly, I'm kinda freaking that it's yet another dog birthday in the house. How can she be 5 already? Don't miss this year's video tribute, and a few other news items below. Hint: Have you seen our foster puppy?

If you follow Champion of My Heart on Facebook, you know that we spent the better part of July helping a family spot and rescue their border collie. She went missing in the huge wildland park near us on July 4. The headline? The family rescued sweet Nellie July 24, and she is recovering from her ordeal really well. I want to talk, though, about storytelling -- especially in public / social media / online settings. Whose place is it to tell stories like this? In this case, not mine. The story is not my story. Here's why.