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Replacing the worst of our old windows (since we can’t afford to do them all this year) is a part of our home improvement work this summer. Sadly, Lilly has decided that the new windows are scary. …
Replacing the worst of our old windows (since we can’t afford to do them all this year) is a part of our home improvement work this summer. Sadly, Lilly has decided that the new windows are scary. …
There’s a new handler in our Sunday classes who has a somewhat shy/fearful standard poodle. We’ve already bonded a bit over our shared challenges, so she felt comfortable suggesting
that I have Lilly tested for Addison’s Disease while I’m at the veterinarian today. Great … one more thing to worry about. …
Seriously. I’m putting my foot down. Lilly and I have a
veterinary appointment this morning, and I’m asking for them to draw
blood according to exacting standards, and I’m shipping the blood to
Dr. Jean Dodds at Hemopet in California for detailed thyroid testing. She’s considered by many to be the ONE WHO KNOWS when it comes to
canine hypothyroidism. …
I’ve met many really neat people through Lilly. There are several with whom I’d love to enjoy a more social relationship. But, here the catch. Most are too busy training and trialing to
ever accept an invite. And it’s hard to be buddies with people who can’t seem to squeeze you in … ever. Or, who almost never answer their phones. So, while all this training builds canine
relationships (or at least strives to), I’m beginning to think it just might hamper human relationships, except in situations where everyone is at a dog event anyway. …
I hate flexible leashes. Hate them. Hate them. Hate them. Based on the pretty common sight of these leashes in the hands of what I’d deem as clueless (or lazy) people, I’ve concluded
that the less you truly know about dogs, the more you probably like flexi-leashes. Those of us with fearful or reactive dogs, know all too well the sound of one reeling full-out and fast. If you are
like me, you likely cringe when that zzzzrrrrr noise is followed by the clattering, skidding, scraping sound of the reel part bouncing down the sidewalk after popping loose from someone’s …
Dear Clueless Mother:
Perhaps you don’t realize how close you came to spending your oh-so-special day in the emergency room. You need to pay far more attention to that precious little one of yours. You see, the fruit of
your loins chased us quite a ways before you tuned in. Was it my yells that finally broke you out of your brunch-induced stupor? I’m not the bad guy here. Remember, we were the ones making a hasty
retreat.
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Saturday afternoon winds kept me indoors when Lilly and I returned from our usual round of errands and in-town walk. It was warm, enough, however for the pups to poke around outside
alone. I left the tailgate down and Lilly’s crate open since she enjoys sitting up high and watching the world go by in our little valley. Just before dinnertime, Ginko came to the door and asked to
come in, but he was alone. I assumed Lilly slept happily in her crate. I was wrong. …
Back in January, our blog-pal Cedarfield wrote about a goal-related dilemma. Here’s a link to that
discussion. I’ve been thinking about my own goal problem, which is different from hers.
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Recently, I received a plea for help from a colleague with a dog dilemma. Just a week before her daughter’s wedding, the groom’s mother suggested putting down the couple’s disobedient
dog. A trainer had been called, and after meeting said dog, supported the idea of his death. Shake your head with me, kids, because the story gets more absurd. …
Last week, while walking Lilly in town, a poodle crossed our path in a bad way. We came through the encounter just fine, but it made me worry about how many people truly have no clue
what’s at the end of their leash. …