Dear Emmett, Eight years ago yesterday we drove out to a shelter in northern Virginia, loaded you into the car, and brought you home. I remember it clearly - we got stuck at a light on Connecticut Avenue. You had fallen asleep in the back of the car. At the stoplight, you lifted your head, looked around, and - taking in the hustle and bustle of downtown DC with people, car, noise, everything -
Happy Fourth!
Red, white, and... woof!
Wordless Wednesday: Putting on the ritz
A little background (making this not quite wordless... oops...): John decided to teach Lucas doggy dancing. Lucas needs low-impact outlets for exercise, and he's a smarty pants who loves to learn. It seemed like the perfect fit. They were having SO much fun! Lots of laughing and tail wagging. But, life intervened, and John ran out of time to work on the moves. Last night, we were sitting in a room
Dogs with sound sensitivity: The Fourth is a nightmare
It's coming. Cue the "Jaws" music... One of the worst days of the year for our poor US-based dogs. And if your neighborhood is anything like mine, people have already been shooting off fireworks on a nearly-nightly basis. Last week we had a power outage for hours. Apparently, when that happens, you take all your fireworks outside and shoot them off. Hopefully that cuts down on
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