This is about Gracie Lou O, the beloved Boxer who graced my daughter’s family with love, laughter, and five years of snuffles, snorts, and pretzel-twisting greetings. Those of you who have Boxers know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s also about the difficult, painful, ‘how-do-you-honestly-know-it’s-time?’ decision surrounding euthanasia. Continue reading “The Last Kindness”
what you want, but if you try real hard, you get what you need. Ever have a picture in your head of how it’s gonna be? Yeah. This was my picture: happy, confident Bull Terrier next to me as we drove to class. This was my reality: anxious, miserable Spinone moaning in the back as I desperately looked for a place to pull over before he threw up. Again. Continue reading “You Can’t Always Get…”
After Rose, the hole in my heart was huge- I was sad and cried easily. I found solace in keeping busy; my gardens flourished that summer. Finn mourned her as well. But time does heal and the therapy that comes from hiking daily gently worked its magic and we both began to mend. As the grief became bearable and the darkness lifted, I started thinking about adopting another dog. Continue reading “Serendipity, Thy Name was Patti Mayonnaise”
Enzo was having a ball in Puppy Kindergarten and doing a fine job with basic obedience. My next step had originally been to start tracking with him; however, February in New Hampshire doesn’t provide the optimal conditions in which to introduce a puppy to the sport. Was there something else? I went online to Fenzi Dog Sport Academy to peruse their courses…. Gun Dog Foundations?! The Spinone Italiano just happens to be classified as a versatile hunting dog! Do I hunt? No, why do you ask?